It's in the genes....or is it?

I have heard the comment way too many times. "Oh, you're from Kenya! are you a runner?". I can usually see the comment coming way before they even say it. Then there's my kids. The never ending taunt..."come on mom, you are from Kenya, run, run!".  So having said that, I have decided to do the unimaginable...the unthinkable. I, who strongly HATES to run, have decided to run a MARATHON...well, maybe just a 5 K run. But to me it's a MARATHON!  Actually what I want is to sport one of those 13.1 stickers on my car, but I have to start from somewhere. Well, last night was day one of the next few weeks of training for a 5 K MARATHON. My trainer (who will remain nameless) informed me that "we" are running two 5 K MARATHONS back to back! So the pressure is on.  Day one training started with one hour of Jazzercise followed by 1.5 mile run/trot in 22 minutes. The Kenyan in me is beginning to come out real strong. I can feel the fight in me. This time next year I will be running a full marathon. But for now, the 5 K MARATHON, here we come!