Participating in a Disney 10K was more than a test of speed; it was a tapestry of moments—some challenging, some comical. As I pushed through the run, fatigue crept in, making each step a struggle. I slowed down to catch my breath, but convinced myself that my pace was at least somewhat decent.
Then, as I turned a particular corner, a troupe of enthusiastic middle school cheerleaders awaited, to spur on the runners. Their presence initially boosted my spirits until their enthusiasm took an unforeseen turn. "Power walking! Yeah!" they roared as I shuffled past. Suddenly, I found myself labeled a “power walker” in the midst of a 10K. Talk about a reality check!
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