Wednesday , May 23, 2018 - 12:00 AM
On Sunday, May 20th, I read with interest and amusement Mark Saal's account of his first time running a race. I, too, am a 59-year-old who ran a race for the first time on Saturday, May 19th. I experienced a sense of satisfaction reading his account. There is something inherently comforting in the knowledge that you are not alone. Surveying the 400+ crowd of individuals at the 5K starting line, I thought that I must be the only person here who has never done this before. Not so!
Even though my impetus for running this first race was slightly different than Mr. Saals', the sense of accomplishment at the end is the same. Being a vertically-challenged, cookie-baking, mother of three, I never once imagined myself crossing a finish line. Once I did, though, I felt a unity with the many thousands over time who have done the very same -- attempting, then accomplishing, something for the first time brings joy. I realized this on Saturday morning at 7:45 am.
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