It's been a lot of fun and a great challenge to begin running. Last April I went out for a 2 mile slow jog with walking mixed in. It was the first time I'd run in a very long time, and I've never stuck with it before. This time I did. It's August 30th and I'm still running. I went out today in the city run with my dog, Emma, again for a six miler. So far seven is my longest run. I'm still pretty slow, usually averaging between 9 and 10 minutes per mile, or slower. I'm trying not to let that bother me. I love the people who run and have no idea how fast or slow they run, they really don't care, all they care about is enjoying the run. I'm competitive, usually with myself, so I'm always wondering if I'm getting any better. A couple weeks ago I decided to do my first race, a half marathon in the middle of nowhere. I have about six weeks to work up to a 13.1 mile run. My main concern is that I not hurt my feet or achilles tendons trying to up my miles. If I do, no big deal, I'll wait until the spring to do a race. Running has been a beautiful thing for me. It's connected me with an old friend, I've run the trails I loved as a child in North Park, I've gotten in much better shape, and I'm just happy when I'm out running.