Run… Jenny… Run!
If you were alive in the 90’s and weren’t living under a rock, you know the origin of that line. Forrest Gump.
As a middle school girl (or about that age) when that movie was released and being named Jennifer, I heard that line a lot. It got old. Really old. I typically responded with little more than an eye roll (which, by the way, I’ve perfected).
Not only did this stupid line become tiresome, but I didn’t even run. I hated running. I hated the measly lap we did for softball warm ups and the pathetic sprints we did for tennis practice.
Up until a few years ago, I’d never run more than a mile at one time. And since then, I’ve run about three 5ks that maxed out my endurance.
Needless-to-say, I am not runner.
So, naturally, I agreed to run a half marathon with my mom, M and four sisters.
M ran cross country in high school. My mom runs and exercises like its her job (really). A few years back, several of my family members and M joined her in a sprint triathlon. She beat all of them, even M, which he still struggles to accept today.
I would have taken that opportunity to lose to her also, but I had just had surgery a couple weeks before the event and wasn’t allowed to participate.
In good fashion, I have recently signed up for another chance to lose to my mom in an endurance race. It’s only fair, right?
Rest assured, I will lose. By a lot. But it’s the effort that counts, right?
In all seriousness, my mom, a cancer survivor, is a highly dedicated member of her local Team in Training chapter. She participates in practices year round with the team and signs up for at least a couple of events each year. She works out like a demon, and I can only hope to be as fit as her when I’m her age.
(That’s her below crossing the finish line at the end of a triathlon. Sorry the picture is a little small. But you definitely get the gist that’s she a fitness fanatic.)
For now, M and I thought it would be great to support her in pursuing one of her passions. We decided to join the Team in Training group and run the San Diego Rock ‘n’ Roll half marathon with her.
It’s been a great goal to work toward and motivation to work out a couple times each week, to get my butt on a treadmill and raise my heart rate a bit. Honestly, after two babies in two years, I hadn’t worked up much of a sweat in a while. I needed to get back in the groove.
In addition to getting “our fit” on, we will also be raising money for more research to advance the development and effectiveness of treatments like the one that helped my mom. We’ve got a pretty lofty goal, and if it’s not too much to ask, I’d be enormously grateful if you joined our effort by donating to our team. Whatever you’re comfortable donating is more than enough. Every single donation, no matter how large or small, helps save a life.
If it’s not your thing and you want to take a pass, I completely understand. I am not taking names! I promise.
But, if it is up your alley and you’re up for supporting the cause to get healthy in the name of cancer research, I can’t thank you enough!
Now, if you haven’t gotten a little sweaty recently, be sure to hit the gym or take a yoga class or do some squats, whatever gets your heart pumping and your exercise endorphins flying! It’s all in the name of health and happiness.