It’s 8:30 am here in Guam and Saturday morning. Clinic will begin soon.

I’ve been up for hours. I snuck out early this morning at O dark thirty and made my way down for a 5 K run. It’s my second one I’ve ever run but I’m still working at being in shape. At 5′8″ 130 lbs I look thin and in shape but health is deceiving. As long as your skin is glowing, you look pretty good - - never mind that your lungs are wheezing and your heart is beating out of your chest.

I ran a 12 minute mile.

I’m pretty sure I could walk faster than that.

But I did it. I didn’t stop and I felt pretty good. I never felt like I couldn’t do it though I was wondering where the finish line was. A guy next to me said, “Oh didn’t they tell you? There isn’t one.”

I nearly believed him then he cracked up.

It was easier than I thought it would be. Granted I went at a nice, compeletely doable, turtle pace but I always run slow. And never make it past 10 or 15 minutes before I want to stop. But today was different.

The energy was infectious.

The crowd was pretty big- we were all running to benefit some elementary schools and there were tons of kids. They were running fast. And stopping pretty fast too.

The rain sprinkled down the whole time. The sun never came out. I held my sunglasses in my right hand.

Two watering spots gave me the opportunity to learn to run and coordinate drinking. I need more practice. I spilled It all over my face and I felt guilty dropping the cup to the ground. (I actually cringed)

Favorite moment- The man running next to me with a t-shirt saying “God is Everywhere”.