This weekend I did something I usually don’t do… I moved. In fact, not only did I move, I ran a 5k. Now if you know me, right now you are probably in disbelief. I’m not what you would call an athelete. And true to form, I didn’t train for this event beyond running a couple of miles one time, the week before the event.

So on Saturday, when I showed up at the school where the race would be started and saw enthusiastic and seasoned runners, I felt a little out of place. Luckily as time went by and my wife and friends waited for the event to start, I saw fellow renegade couch potatoes begin to trickle in. Some even had a body shape that was less Rosie Huntington-Whitely, and more Rosie O’Donnell.

I’m not making fun. Actually, I found it inspiring. If you didn’t know this, people of all shapes and sizes get off their asses on the weekends to do things. I didn’t know it, but now I do, and I think I will join them. You should too.

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20 February 2012