Coming from behind

Ok, so except for those few times that I'm running late, ahem, I'm usually on top of the ball. I've got a handle on life, usually. Then I sit down at my laptop after a very productive day (you should see my apartment sparkle!), and read a post from my friend Kalie who blogs from Texas and I realize that I'm behind. I haven't been consistent lately with running or posting.
Fail.
So here's an update, and hopefully something to think about. My last run was the Blazer Race, and sadly, I got lost once again and missed the start. I had to sit in my car and watch as the runners took off at the sound of the gun. The police officer, who I realize was only doing his job, would not let me through so that I could start the race. Instead, I got my number and my t-shirt and walked the two miles with the other walkers (which I had to run to catch up with) in the rain.
Fortunately, being a part of that race helped support Bethlehem Lutheran School and the Menomonee Falls Fire Department. While I joked about how hot firefighters are in a previous post (and they are), it was a little different running that day. You see, that race was on September 11.
In 2001, I was going to my AP Literature class and thinking about the quiz I had to take. Then I heard Billy G. say something about a bomb and I thought how dumb he was to talk about that in a school. I sat down in my normal spot still thinking about myself and that quiz. Then Carl came in and told Mrs. B. that we HAD to turn on the TV. I saw the second plane hit the tower. We were all stunned. We barely moved. Jessie S. started crying because her dad was supposed to go to DC that day (he ended up being safe and sound). We still had to take that stupid quiz. I think Mrs. B. ended up throwing them out.
In 2010, I obeyed a police office and ran for a local fire department. Somehow that didn't seem like much considering how they put their lives on the line for us all the time.
As with all New Year's resolutions, this one needs a kick in the pants. I think Kalie's post and remembering that every race I run is for a very good cause is a nice swift kick in the behind.