Running our Race in San Antonio
We did it! Eighteen of us, including a sweet baby in his stroller, walked, jogged, or ran (in the case of my grandson, Payton, and his buddy, Jaiden, age 14). BTW, Jaiden placed first in his age group. All was to support EMwomen. Nothing to compare to the 26.2 miles and 13.1 marathons Run the…
One Pedal at a Time
We are all running a race, but not the kind you might imagine. We don’t have the same starting line, the same distance to go, or the same steps to take. I snapped this photo of my work-out partner. Well, not really my work-out partner, but Norman is always in the fitness center on the…
Tada – All Things New!
Six days into this new year. We walked across the line of 2020 to 2021 and announced “Ta da and whoo hoo — 2020 is whosh — done AND gone! HAPPY NEW YEAR! All NEW and improved!” But alas – we’ve already found out that it isn’t really so. Well, the 2020 to 2021 is…
We Need Each Other to Finish Strong
I was (emphasis on “was”) a half-marathon runner up until a couple of years ago when my knees starting singing songs of “gloom, despair and agony on me”. I knew I needed to hang up my running shoes and put on my walking shoes. I remember the many hours and days of training and preparing…
Running My Race at My Pace
Last month my feet hit the pavement in a slow, steady rhythm – not too fast – not too slow – just right. I needed to get used to my pace again. After all, I had been a half-marathon runner – I can do it again! But, I had been in “feet prison” for several…
Fight the Good Fight of Faith
Last night, the gals from my Life Group embraced one of our members whose dear husband went to heaven two years ago, yesterday. At dinner she shared what a wonderful husband and dad he was, as well as being a brave soldier in the Vietnam war. Then we went to see “Heaven is For Real”.…