By the time you read this, I will have run 10 miles. I ran them last night at Walt Disney World’s Tower of Terror run. Now, before you get any ideas about my running abilities, let me explain something. I am not a runner. Despite my best efforts and my visions of an eight-minute mile, I will never be what most people classify as a runner. I’m actually more of a run/walker. I run at the start, past the photographers, and run to the finish line. But that’s OK I always tell myself. I get the same medal as those who finished over an hour before me.
So what’s the big deal about me running? Well, I have MS, which makes running tricky. Heat aggravates my symptoms. Balance is an issue. Fatigue is a constant companion. The list goes on. Today I could be fine. Tomorrow could be a totally different story. MS is unpredictable like that. So rather than running, it would be a lot easier to say, “No thanks, it’s too hard.” But I’m stubborn and determined. So I ran. It wasn’t fast. It wasn’t pretty. But I ran. And I thank God that I was able. Things really are possible with God.