Seven

Seven isn't my number.   My parents separated when I was 7 years old.  I started into anorexic hell when I was in the 7th grade.  When I run on a workday morning, I have to be home by 7:00 AM to shower and hustle my booty to work which means a really early wake up time most of the time. The 7 hours of sleep I usually get is sometimes just not enough for an 8+ hour snoozer like me.  We don't usually have everyone home and eating dinner until 7 PM most nights. Most importantly in my strange mind,  7 is an odd number and I really just don't like odd numbers. Half way is an improper fraction and I really don't like those!

I do like running 7:00 minute miles around the track or as a base speed for a 5K or 10K run.  It is doable and gets the heart rate up without killing my legs...well... maybe in a 10K it would.  Kill the legs, that is. Sleeping in until 7 AM on a rare school day morning is a treat that I like to give myself once and awhile.  I love the 7th day of the week because we go to church as a family and I don't go into work (usually). You know what?  I am really starting to think that 7 is my number.  To top it all off, I finally ran my best marathon on my 7th try at the age of 47 and my PR even has a 7 in it! Let's hear it for 7 shall we?!