Some people see a series of 6’s and think “evil”; at the “Flash” races yesterday, what mattered more to me was the color (red), signifying I was a 12K runner (6K runners had black numbers).
When I started blogging weekly, I focused on the topic that was prominent in my head (and my weekends) at the time: running a 5K in less than 30 minutes. Along the way to that goal (which I still am working toward), I have wandered into a critique of convenience store bathroom decor (and gained a couple of friends out of it), swept up auto glass off of a major highway (and felt better for it), and confronted the reality of parenting a teenager head-on (or maybe it was keyboard to keyboard). This week brings me back to running.
When I ran the “Flash” 6K last February, I was about two months into my return to running. It was great to have an unusual distance — 6K (3.73 miles) — to run on a weekend when my training program had me progressing to a 4 mile distance anyway. Although last year’s event was the 21st annual, it was my first time participating, and I quickly grew to understand why this somewhat low key race with its unique quirks lures people back year after year. One “draw” of the race is that it is run in memory of Tim Simpkins. Having been around in Tallahassee in the mid 80’s when it was not unusual to see “Superman” (aka Tim) flying down Tennessee Street in front of Jerry’s Restaurant, it is nice to keep the memories alive of someone who always made running interesting (while doing it very, very well).
Wife of one, Mom of two, Friend of many. My pronouns are she/her/hers.