I got an email from Dana last week asking if I wanted to run in the Race for the Cure with him in October. I said yes.

Yesterday, Jenn and I started training. For many of you, you read the word “training” and you are immediately taken to a music montage from any of the 30 or so Rocky movies, where Sylvester Stallone is getting his rippled muscles into even better shape to fight an opponent who is always a better fighter and athlete, but who’s always evil so Rocky wins. That’s not what this is.

We went wogging yesterday. You might ask yourself what it means to wog, and I’ll tell you; it’s half walking, half jogging. I’ve got to say, I thought I would look like this:

Turns out, I wasn’t that bad. While my wogging mile time wasn’t great, it’s a start.

The goal is to drop several pounds, run a 5k in under 30 minutes and raise some money for a great cause.

We’re hoping to put a team together from the church too, so if you’re interested, let’s wog! Eventually, we will have to run.