One of the activities we had this past weekend was a Walk-a-thon. My husband was working as a volunteer for the local Crisis Pregnancy Center walk-a-thon so I decided to participate in the walk Saturday morning. I loaded up our youngest in the jogging stroller and we took off with all of the other walkers. Now, I hadn’t gotten up to exercise in the early morning because Brian had to get to the park early so I wanted to make these few miles count as exercise.
Calvin and I had a pretty good speed going as the race, I mean, walk-a-thon, started. The more we walked, the more people we passed – and then this competitive spirit started rising up within me. So I turned it up a little more. Before I knew it, I had taken over the lead (although it was just a walk-a-thon and not a race, right?)! As I headed back, I saw that two women had obviously already turned around to head back without going the entire distance. (Can you cheat in a walk-a-thon?) Well, you know what I did next? I ran the rest of the way so that those older women wouldn’t beat me. I know – pitiful. But I’m just being honest.
As I headed back to the park, images of everyone standing there cheering for me ran through my head. But when I arrived, the only people who noticed were my sweet husband and my 2 oldest children. But they were so excited that it didn’t matter that no one else noticed. I’m not an experienced runner so I know I’ll never win a real race – but I tell you, I am going to hold on to this walk-a-thon victory. I may even make myself a ribbon or something. But in the words of my dear husband, “too bad that nobody else knew they were racing you!” Yeah, too bad.