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Last fall, one of the members of our Kiwanis club suggested we host a 5K as a fundraiser. Sounded like a great idea so off we went planning the Middle Tennessee 5K Shootout. As club president, I have been pretty involved in what is quickly becoming a massive undertaking and I was fine with that until our little 5K committee suggested we form a running group to get our community excited about what we dubbed the Shootout. Nothing about me has ever wanted to run much less become a founding member of a running group. I’d done a lot of things for charity’s sake like squeeze into Spanx to make a ball gown fit just right for a charity gala, risk heat stroke selling Coca Cola’s in the blistering sun at little league ballgames, and hold my breath to keep from getting God knows what type of germ while volunteering at elementary schools across the county but a running group? Heaven help me!

Running groups are for people who closely resemble gazelles, antelopes or some other type of species known for their ability to move from point A to point B in a hurry, not a short-legged, full chested 5’3″ woman like me. Y’all know what I’m talking about. Running groups are full of people who look like they just got back from some grand adventure in their North Face jacket, they have zero percent body fat, and they can run ten miles before I can get my darn shoestrings tied right. I just don’t fit the profile to be in a running group much less help start one. My committee apparently is either delusional or took a trip to Colorado since pot was legalized.

However, they assured me this was for all fitness levels, runners, walkers, everyone. I workout several times a week and one thing’s for sure, I know how to walk. Why should I let some stereotype of what a runner is supposed to be stop me from joining this group? To heck with that, I’m gonna go for it.

Armed with a sports bra so tight I’ll look like a thirteen year old boy, tomorrow morning, rain, sleet or snow, I’m going to meet “my running group” at the Cumberland River Trail at 8 am, cue up my playlist of power songs, pump myself up with”Eye of the Tiger” and channel my inner Rocky, walk, jog, run or some combination of the three.

Who says you gotta look like a gazelle to join a running group?

Hebrews 12:11 No discipline seems pleasant at the time, but painful. Later on, however, it produces a harvest of righteousness and peace for those who have been trained by it.