This past Monday I ran the Great Aloha Run, an 8.15 mile annual "race" from Aloha Tower to the Aloha Stadium. Jon did it last year, which I blogged proudly. And I have wanted to run in it since then. I mean, I wasn't out to break any records. I just wanted to complete it.
I wasn't fast. It took me 2:05:00, which won't break Olympic records. But I felt GREAT. I was super pleased. And as I rounded the last turn and headed into the stadium, I saw the giant "Congratulations" sign. I didn't expect to cry, but I did. Cried with pride.
It was something I NEVER thought I would ever do. Run. And run 8.15 miles!!
Truthfully, I walked for a portion of it. Looking back, I walked probably 30-40% of the way. But who cares. I don't. I finished. And I finished a tad faster than that 5K that I ran back in September.
Since I don't run to break records, I only felt pride and success. (I run for stress relief...)
Jon's home. Back from a long, long TDY trip. It was only 6 weeks, but it felt like a year! I'm glad that it's over. There are no more trips planned for a while. And thank goodness. I am over this constant traveling.
Life is back to normal. At least the Heffners' version of normal. And it's pretty good.
Still no word on the move. Hopefully the Army hasn't forgotten about us.