![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() The jump from 5K to 10K had been reasonable, but training for a half-marathon took sacrifice. The next level on my stairway to hell was training for a half-marathon. My first race was exhilarating, and you get to drink beer at the finish! We worked our way to running 10Ks, and I remember the smug, superior feeling of witnessing another runner puking near the finish line while I felt fine. We started off small with short, two-mile training runs until I finally worked up the stamina to run a 5K. It was something we could do together, she said, spend more quality time together. My wife, however, is a runner, and she suggested I start running, too. ![]() I played sports in college – volleyball, softball, and floor hockey ( so gay) – but ask me to run a 5K? No thanks. I ran track in junior high, but smartly changed to softball (gay) in high school. Those Presidential Fitness tests in middle school? Pass. I love sports, but I have never liked running. They say you never forget your first time Below the guest post, you’ll find more details about the giveaway. Also, Eliza is giving away 1 audio or ecopy of Don’t Call Me Hero to one lucky winner. Today, the wonderful Eliza Lentzski is here to help us laugh with an embarrassing story. While I like to stay informed, I also like to laugh to deal with stress. I don’t know about you, but the world seems to be getting pretty (insert your favorite colorful word here) intense. ![]()
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