It all started one fateful day in Winona, MN. We were visiting with family when my brother-in-law-in-law (I add the extra in-law because he is my husband's sister's husband) mentioned that he had started training to run a marathon. I don't remember exactly how the rest of the conversation went but it ended with a declaration from Barry (my husband), Vicki (husband's sister), and myself that we would train for the half-marathon. The Med City Marathon was decided on as the race, it's close, it's relatively cheap, and there isn't a lottery so if you want to run you run.
At this point it must be noted that I am NOT a runner. I have, in the past, dabbled with a 5K here or there. I believe the only resemblence that a 5K has to a half marathon is the number 3. This being the case, I don't believe my past experiences have prepared me for what is to come. So, I start slowly. I will train to train for the race. My first 1 mile adventure was today.
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Sounds like you have a crazy family, Ms. Angela :)
Should be an interesting, yet fun, journey to the end of the race!
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