I am a runner. I have been running since I was maybe 13. I started running because my dad ran. After I got through the part of running where you are in pure misery, I fell in love. Over the years I have done countless races - from 5K's (3.1 miles) to half marathons and full marathons (26.2 miles). I have also done an obstacle course race, Spartan Race, and someday I would love to do an ultra marathon (that's anything beyond a marathon, but they typically start at 50K or 31 miles).
One of the races I try to do every year is the CRIM, in Flint, Michigan. It is a huge race (15,000 runners this year) and just so much fun. They have a few different race distances, but I always do the 10 mile. This weekend was their 40th running and my 10th time participating.
I convinced my sister to sign-up, and then later told her she better get training - there are a ton of hills! We both put in our training and toed the start line together. We ran the whole race together, and I beat her by 0.01 second. Happy Dance. Sibling rivalry never dies.
We had a great time running and I even convinced her to sign up for a half marathon in about a month. Which reminds me, I guess I should tell her about the 95% grade hills on the back-half of the course. You can read all about our adventures here, on my blog, at the end of September.