I Love America 5k and Liberty 1 Mile Fun Run

Today, I completed the I Love America 5K.  Also, Gwen completed the Liberty 1 Mile Fun Run, which was her first charity race.  Both races were sponsored by Whitesburg Christian Academy, in Huntsville, Alabama.

I was so proud of Gwen.  Completing your first charity race can be a bit nerve racking.  There a lot of things happening at the same time and it’s all brand new to you.  However, Gwen didn’t seem nervous at all, actually she took off like a pro.

She also finished like a pro.  Way to go Gwen!

Excited About Brown Beetle Season

Brown beetles are coming out in droves and the dogs are excited about it.  According to them (as I have no personal knowledge in this area), brown beetles are the best tasting bugs on this planet.  They are a true delicacy.

I enjoy watching the boys as they run around the yard, trying to catch the beetles.  It’s kind of like watching a bumper car race.  They will push against each other and run into each other, all in an attempt to eat a brown beetle.  I’ve even seen Blue stick his head underwater to fetch brown beetles that landed in the puppy pool.

No other bug is treated this way.  In fact, a black beetle can walk in front of the dogs and it will not illicit any reaction.  If my dogs could talk, they would say brown beetles are delicious and they are excited about brown beetle season.


Staggering to the Finish Line


Saturday night, I participated in the “Light Up The Night 5k” charity race. Even though it was only 3 weeks after my surgery, I thought I would be fine.  I felt good that day and did well during the first mile.

However, I started getting dizzy near the 1 mile mark.  I slowed down my pace, but the dizziness just kept getting worse.

I refused to quit, so I just kept on walking.  At times, I staggered and stumbled on the road.  Moving my head or even my eyes made it worse.  Lights were also difficult and I felt like my head was spinning.

An hour had passed and I still wasn’t at the finished line.  My family was concerned, so Gwen took off in an attempt to find me.  She located me as I was turning to make the final stretch to the finish line.

I told Gwen what was going on and she offered to help.  She grabbed my hand and walked with me for the rest of the race.  I kept my head down and tried to avoid doing anything that would make me feel worse.  At times I would close my eyes and relied on Gwen to keep me from getting hurt.

We crossed the finish line and a doctor approached us.  He started to check my pulse and asked about my breathing.  I told him about my surgery and said I was just dizzy.  The doctor made sure I had a chair and hung around for a while to ensure nothing serious was going on with me.

I felt miserable that night, but I am glad I completed the race with Gwen’s help.


5th Race Completed


I completed my fifth charity race today.  The race was called “Out Run Hunger.”  It raised money for House of Harvest, which is a food pantry in Harvest, Alabama.

At the end of a race, I always feel like I am about to puke.  However, there is something about crossing that finish line and hearing people congratulate me for completing the race.  It motivates me to workout more, so I can improve my time.  It also makes me excited for the next race.

This is how my race schedule has gone so far:

  • 1st race was 1 mile and I came in last
  • 2nd race was 5k and I came in last
  • 3rd race was 5k and I came in second to last
  • 4th race was 4k and there were 6 people that finished after me
  • 5th race was 5k and I came in last


Fist 5k Charity Run – Done

I completed my first 5k (3.6 miles) charity run today.  My left leg started burning, due to shine splints after the first mile.  I ended up limping a good bit during the course and I felt nauseous after the second mile.  However, I refused to give up and I just kept moving forward.  I was determined to finish the race.

I came in last place, but I am still proud of myself.

I am ready for a nap now.   🙂



Confessions of a White American

A few years ago, I was curious about my ancestry and I had my DNA tested.  The results, I am:

  • 43% Northern European
  • 36% Mediterranean
  • 19% Southwest Asian
  • 2% East African

If you ever meet me, you will notice the European characteristics are dominate.  My skin is white, but I am not fair skinned.  My eyes are blue.  My hair was blond until I was six or seven years old, then it started to turn brown.

In America, race has always been a hot button issue and it is at the heart of a lot of conflict among our citizens.  Now that I know about my heritage, I am more interested in the conflict and have a greater desire to improve the situation.

Here are my confessions as a white American.

I know some of my ancestors were racist and some were criminals.  I know they fought against civil rights and they joined the Confederate Army.

I am not proud of what they did, but I don’t feel guilty about it.  These things happened before I was even born.  I am not responsible for their actions, and I am nothing like them.

I wish I could talk openly to people from various minority groups.  I would love to ask questions and hear what they have to say about the American culture and race relations.  However, I am afraid my questions my sound offensive and that is not my intent at all.

I want to talk to someone old enough to remember the civil rights movements in the 1960’s and 1970’s, to see what they believe has improved and has not improved.  To hear what they think should be done today.

I want to talk to young people that are a part of minority groups.  I wonder what discrimination they have endured.  I am sure there are things happening in our society that I never noticed, because I am white and it has not effected me personally.  However, those things would effect someone that is not white and they would be very aware of the situation.

I teach my niece to never judge people based on things like skin color, race, religion, or ethnic origin.  Instead, you should look at their actions and their character.  That will tell you what you need to know about the person.

Is telling her that enough?  Is there more that I should tell her?

I have no control over my skin color or my ancestors.  I don’t want to be judged by those things and I don’t want to be the kind of person that judges others by such things.

I understand there are things that I will never experience as a white American that other races will be forced to endure.

I also don’t want to offend anyone or be insensitive.  I just want to learn more about the issues and feel free to ask questions.  I know I will never understand it the same way as someone who lives it, but I want to try.  I want to be better than my ancestors and I want to teach my niece to be better than our ancestors.