When I scheduled my Spring Break weekend in Atlanta, I figured I’d catch up with my college friend (and transplanted Jersey girl), Amy Hernandez and her family; tour Centennial Olympic Park, the zoo and aquarium, and many things related to Coca-Cola, and maybe unplug for a little while.
I never expected my vacation would come with a new fitness challenge.
Amy had planned to run the Atlanta Half-Marathon, and it happens to be on the Sunday of my visit. Thankfully, she knows me well enough not to expect me to jump right in. But after I suggested making inspirational signs to cheer her on, she pointed out that the course goes right by her house — and I could join her for the last three miles.
For those not accustomed to the metric system (aka most non-trackie Americans): 3.1 miles equals a 5K.
Daily Record file photo of the Verizon Corporate ClassicLoyal readers know I spent most of 2013 trying (and mostly failing) to teach myself to run… and quit after completing three 5Ks. I’m back on the treadmill, two days into a month-long retraining program. I don’t like it any more than I did, but I have a goal.