I hadn’t even been home for two hours before I began searching the internet for future races. “What is wrong with me?” I asked silently. It’s what my neighbors said would happen. That I would get hooked after I finished my 5K. I assured them they were wrong and that I had more important things to do than to run on a road for no good reason whatsoever mile after mile after mile. And then I saw the 20,000+ runners and heard the singing of the Star Spangled Banner. I heard the people cheering and saw the people passing out water. That’s when it hit me: This is a big deal. Yes, I only ran a 5K which is 3.2 miles. But, I RAN A 5K WHICH IS 3.2 MILES! My friend @amynewberry and I started together, pushed through the two hills together and finished strong together with our best time yet of 37 minutes and 25 seconds. We ran the race in Oklahoma City as a remembrance to the 168 lives that were lost on April 19, 1995 and to honor those who helped find survivors. Walk with a grateful heart today. You are alive.