Hanging out in a car on a Sunday morning.
Here I sit in the parking lot of the doomed Turner Field waiting to head to the start line of the Hot Chocolate 15K Atlanta.
Thoughts have been bouncing around in my head — so why not blog?
Joining Fadra’s Stream of Conscious link up. Setting a timer for 5 minutes and writing unedited and uncensored.
GO:
As I sit here once again in my car, alone, before running 9.3 miles with thousands of strangers — I’ve been thinking why?
Why do I leave my bed on a cold morning. Drive an hour in the dark to sit over an hour in my car to run for over an hour and a half?
A poser.
It was hard to get out of bed this morning. I toyed with some excuse. I was feeling sick?
But I pulled free of the covers and got dressed and headed out.
I guess — since time is drawing short — I do it because I’ve come to believe if I don’t — I’ll stop.
I’ve been doing this for decades. This is the fourth long race I’ve done in three months. Last Sunday, I was in Key West running a half marathon.
TIME.
Okay. My five minutes is up. I need another potty break.
Maybe I keep doing this because I can. And some day maybe I won’t be able to.
Thoughts? Any runners?
The link to Fadra’s blog. Can’t figure out how to post the pic blogging from my phone.
http://allthingsfadra.com
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Okay. I finished. And it was a beautiful morning. As I type this with fingers sticky from chocolate — it is a good feeling. To participate. And to finish. :))
