I used to say I would only run if something were chasing me. And if that something was not a man.
Then I started running. Actually I started walking, which I already knew how to do. Dizzy with success, I thought that if I only walked faster, it would magically turn into a run.
No, it won’t.
It didn’t seem much more difficult to run than to walk.
Yes, it is.
I started a few weeks ago with a daily one-mile walk. After a while, I livened things up by running (a little) and walking (a lot). Then I got more lively and began to run a bit more and walk a bit less, until finally I was actually able to stop walking. And run.
I haven’t forgotten how to walk, I just choose not to. I am out in the dewy dawn spreading good cheer and way too much sweaty skin, and I am becoming – at least in my own mind – a runner.
All this heady success – and the opportunity to buy sporty new clothes and shoes that sparkle with reflective tape – turned my original need to “just do something…anything!” into a program of training for my very first 5K run. Which brings us to…
The 25th annual AIDS Walk Atlanta & 5K Run on Sunday, October 18th, 2015 is a program of AID Atlanta, which along with five participating agencies provide treatment, medications, prevention education, meals, mental health services, child care, substance abuse counseling, pastoral care, and clinical research to help thousands of our families, neighbors and friends living with, affected by, and at-risk for HIV/AIDS in Atlanta. The event raised over $950,000 during its 2014 campaign; this year’s goal is $1,250,000.
Running (and my own cash donation) is how I plan to help…and also by asking that if you have a little free cash, please go to my donations page and spend that money where it will count.
The state of Georgia remains number 5 in the nation for new HIV infections; every dollar of your donation will be put to good use and will make a significant difference in the lives of people living with and at-risk for HIV/AIDS in Atlanta.
Registering for the run made it very real to me; telling everyone that I am doing it adds the consequence of public embarrassment if I chicken out. Which I don’t plan to do.
I just have to hit 3 miles. I have two months.
Although much of my running conversation still consists of gasping and muttered obscenities, I would welcome company if anyone is inspired. You can register here.
And if you were wondering whether I am already shopping for something to wear…the answer is yes. If it comes in pink.