Yet I wasn't racing. I wasn't even running.
And it was just as much fun.
Stephanie helped organize a small team of her co-workers to attend a walk-a-thon in El Segundo for the Make-A-Wish Foundation. Instead of my normal training routine, I decided to switch my long bike and run around so I could support her. Joined by Stephanie's friends Erica and Adam, we had a great time -- even if it was only a two-mile walk. Actually, it was really nice NOT to launch myself out of the starting area and sprint as fast as I could. I got to enjoy the scenery a bit more, relax a bit more, chat a bit more. And maybe even appreciate a bit more. The whole point of the walk was to raise money for kids who are faced with terminal illness. The least -- make that the very least -- I can do is flip my schedule around to support the cause.
I'm always grateful for being healthy and strong enough to pursue this crazy sport. Sometimes I'm even grateful enough to realize how good it is to be merely alive and healthy. This morning was one of those moments for the latter.
Sometimes the best form of training can come in the slowest of forms.
194 days and counting.