Isn't it ironic?

Yeah I really do think...

Sometimes when I run, I get this song in my head (even with the background noise of my iPod).

When I was a kid, my Dad would take us running just before dinner. He made us run 2 miles with him. He thought it would help us to be fit. I HATED that time. I dreaded it every day. We ran regardless of the weather. He measured out a mile from our house and we ran to that point and turned around.

Of course my sisters and I all 'ran' at different paces (me being the slowest). So my Dad would run circles basically running with Helen (the fastest) and then turn around to find me and run with me a bit then speed up to run with Janice and back up to Helen and so on and so forth through the run.

He caught me walking quite a few times. I just hated it, I never wanted to do it.

I'm not sure if ironic is the right word I'm looking for now, but I do find it funny that my choice of exercise now is running.

I signed up for a 5K on Saturday the 17th to benefit the Cancer Society. My Dad and step-mom are coming in from Leesburg to run it with me. I'm sure I still won't be as fast as my dad is but I'll be faster than Lynda (with her bum knee).

The 5K actually messes up my training schedule as Saturdays are usually 'off'' days for me. I can swap Saturdays and Sundays out if I want to - my training schedule is that flexible. But the issue is that per my schedule, I'm supposed to be running 6 miles that weekend, not the 3.1 of the 5K. I guess we'll just have to play it by ear and see if I need to run 6 miles on Sunday or if I can just run another 3 miles that same day (saturday).