To recap the past year: I’ve walked well over 1,000 miles, visited my 90-ish parents approximately 300 times, read 75 books, watched 50 movies (mostly on the treadmill), done hundreds of crossword puzzles, and spent 53 days playing with Colbie either in Arizona or Minnesota. In short, I did all the leisurely retired-lady activities I dreamed about while I was working.
Now it’s time for a new challenge. So here it is: I’m going to train to run in a 5K. Yes, you heard me right. I said ‘run.’
Artwork by Mary GrandPre' for the IT5K
I can easily walk 3.1 miles. But on May 15, my daughter Shannon, my 60-year-old friend Bonnie, her daughter Lyssa, and my 61-year-old self—the four of us—are going to run the Lake Harriet Autism 5K Run/Walk in Minneapolis.
So that’s my new goal. Very rarely do I set a goal that I know will likely end in death. But at age 61, I’ve learned that what doesn’t actually kill me will only make me feel like I’m dead. There’s a big difference.
I may need to rename my blog to “2 to 4 to 5k a Day.” Anybody else want to join us?