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  • I have always wanted to run. Not that mamby-pamby running I see at the gyms with fancy stretchy outfits where everyone can see how bouncy and perky you are. Nope, that is not for me. I want to run like an athlete. You know - RUN!

    Athletes are not whiners. They are tough. They are strong. They are ballsy. I am going to learn how to run. There's no better time than the present, so I start my first running expedition in December. It is challenging, but I am woman hear me roar.

    So there I am this morning, running in 13 degree Chicagoland January weather. I wanted ballsy, believe me, this is ballsy. Gritting my teeth, I try not to shiver as I run past frozen lakes. My allergies are bothering me so my breathing is off and the cold sears my lungs. Snot runs down my face. I cover my face so only my eyes show. Tears leak out the corners of my eyes because of the wind blowing across the arctic tundra near my home. It is cold. Not just mamby-pamby cold. This is COLD.

    When I round the last bend in suburbia and hit my front steps I do an Olympic champion cheer. Arms above my head, arched back, legs splayed. I shout, "I made it!" I always thought athletes did that pose for the crowds. Now I know it has nothing to do with who might be watching you. It has everything to do with your own private strength of will. I kicked arctic butt and took names.

    Tomorrow's another day - BRING IT ON!!
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