Runner (Re:post January 2015)

I'm no runner. 

I'm a dawdler. 

I'm a procrastinator. 

A tomorrower. 

I'm the wisher. 

The one who lies in bed at night planner how fast and how far I'll run in the morning, when the alarm goes off at 6am. And when the alarm rings all plans forgotten. 

Until today. Today I became a runner. 

At the symbolic finish line I wanted to jump up and yell "YES!!!!"

I didn't give up half way. I set myself an achievable goal and reached it. 

I even considered extending it part way through. 

I didn't run, I walked. 

And loved it.

This is where I run and walk and jog and love it.