Today I am running my first 5K. I've never run 3 miles. EVER.
All winter, I was walking for an hour a night, 3 nights a week and working out with a wonderful group of ladies one night. That's 4 hours a week of working on me. Not a lot, but more effort that I had previously put into me. It felt great. I felt great. Then, the running bug hit and I had the itch. In June, I got a jog bra and started the Couch to 5K training thing I'd seen all over the web. About week 3, I had an injury that set me back a couple weeks, but as soon as I was able, I was back at it. Then the house sold and we were back and forth between two houses again. I hate that feeling. And then I'm here and settling into a new house with the kids and hubby is out on the road. Making time to run has not been a priority for at least 2 weeks. I've gone once...maybe twice. So, while I know that it's not a big deal if I walk part of it, it hurts to think that I'll probably be sucking wind pretty hard by the end of it.
AT LEAST I CAN SAY I DID IT. I got off my rear and did it. I am pretty good at talking myself out of things and I had myself pretty close to talked out of it yesterday...then our realtor called and told me that the man who lived next door ( that I adore!) was moved to the assisted living facility and wasn't dealing well with the transition (she's also his realtor). I promised him we'd come see him this weekend so I can't bail on that promise and as long as I'm in BV, I should do the run. So, anyway. I'm going to run my first 5K later today (8:30 it starts) and I'm nervous, but excited. And I'm proving to me I can do this. And I'm running another one in September.
(This post was written on Thursday evening and scheduled to post while I'm gone to Pickle Fest. I just needed to get my thoughts down and out tonight and focus on doing the race the best I can. See you when we get back!)