Number 13

I am thankful that I can run.  Especially when it's for a good cause.  Today Erin and I, along with several other coworkers, participated in the Buddy's Race Against Cancer.  It is a 5K.  Now, I believe I have mentioned that I am not the worlds fastest runner.  I'm usually somewhere near the middle when the race results come out.  But I'm really thankful I can do the race at all. 

Because of a car accident and subsequent back surgery when I was little, my dad was never able to run, so it makes me proud that I can.  Plus, the Buddy's race has lots of meaning for me.  I have lost friends and relatives to cancer and also celebrate with the friends and family that are currently celebrating their survival.  I ran in memory of my Grandad, my Dad, my coworkers Shirley and Reno, and for my friend Tim, who recently passed away.  I ran in celebration of my cousins Mary and Gale, my friends Lori and Ranee, and my father-in-law Chuck who was just recently diagnosed with lung cancer.  Actually, if you have a second, I'd appreciate a prayer for Chuck.  He is currently undergoing treatment.

To be really honest, I don't like running.  You know that runner's high that people talk about?  I've never experienced that and wonder if really it's just an old wives tale.  But I know that cardiovascular activity is good for my heart.  And it helps my jeans fit.  But most of all, I know that I'm blessed that God gave me a working pair of legs, so I should probably put them to good use.