Day 3....rained out!

Hello bloggers! So I was planning on going on an evening run tonight, because I love running at night. Well...a freak storm came through my area tonight. I mean, driving home from my brother's baseball game was scary. Let me tell ya! Good thing my mom was driving and not me! That is all I gotta say. I am going to make up my 3 miles tomorrow and run the 6 miles on Sunday morning.


Well since I have no running update for ya'll, I figured I would tell you a little bit about where my inspiration comes from. When I run, I think of many things. I think of what I did during the day, what I need to do later, the concerns and worries in my life, and many other things. But I mostly think about my grandpa. He passed away last October after a 4 year battle with breast cancer. I first started running because I was training for the Air Force ROTC program, which led to me running Race for the Cure with my family. If you don't know anything about race for the cure, well it is a race to help fight breast cancer. It was an amazing run because you are running for a cause.


I miss my Nonno every day. And when I run, I think of everything he taught me in life. When I want to quit on a goal, I think of what he taught me: "Don't do anything unless you can do it right". That doesn't include quitting. I joined the Air Force because I wanted to follow in his footsteps. I wanted to get a glimpse of that love and patriotism he felt for his country. I wanted to continue his legacy, because maybe if I could, I could make him stay with me forever. Well I am no longer in the Air Force. I can't, because of my asthma. But you know what? He is still with me. Every step I take, he is with me. I put on my running shoes every day and I think of him. I run for him. I know he is proud of me, even if I am not in the Air Force. So I am going to run this marathon. I am going to support our troops. I am going to support the legacy he left behind. Because I am my Nonno's granddaughter. And not a day goes by where I don't think of him and smile. I smile because of all the lessons, the love, and the passion that he left behind. He taught me to be a fighter. So I will fight each mile until I can put that 26.2 mile bumper sticker on my car!


Happy Running! Peace!