- — John Bingham
In July 2012, I ran my first 5K.
This past summer — in my fifteenth 5K — I won my first medal.
I didn't run this race much faster than I did in any other race I've run over the past four years. Though I celebrate even small improvements from race to race, in this case it wouldn't have mattered even if I'd run quite a bit slower.
For whatever reason, there were only three female runners in my age group in that particular race — so basically I won a third-place medal for just showing up!
Isn't this a great metaphor for life?