A Run and a Float

I signed up to run a second 5K the same day I ran the first 5K in March, and a week before my mom died. I had grand plans because the weekend before she died I actually got on a track and did mile repeats. My hope had been to retrain my brain for mental toughness, a way to challenge myself that I hadn't done in a very long time.

But between the grief of losing my mom and then losing John Peters, the co-author of my book, A Winding Road, who died last week, the last thing I wanted to do Sunday morning was run a 5K. While I run each morning, the idea of going to a race with thousands of people (there were over 2,000 in the timed 5K I ran) didn't sound inviting.