Fearless

Today's training run was odd for me. I think it started with filling out the registration paperwork for the half-marathon. One of the questions was, "I race to be...." I entered "fearless".

Of course, that's the phrase I use to describe Anita. I always got such a kick out of the way she just jumped in and tried things. Then laughed at herself when the results weren't stellar, or became self-deprecating when the results were. So writing that word made me think of Anita, and I spent a lot of time on my run thinking of her. And thinking that she would have really gotten a kick out of me doing this. I found it a little overwhelming, particularly as I reached the end of the run and there were all of the placards up for the people we are running in memory of or in honor of.

I'm not fearless. But I refuse to let fear dictate what I do. I'm a heavy middle-aged introvert who hates to ask for help, so what better challenge in my life right now than to raise a substantial amount of money from friends, acquaintances and strangers, by running a half-marathon? Watching the Olympics today I saw this commercial. I hope it speaks to you the way it does to me.