5K

I did it. Something I've always thought, "someday I'll do that...". I signed up for a 5K next month. A few of my girlfriends are doing it, too. I started "training" last week. This morning I just didn't want to. I thought, "I'll just do it tonight," knowing full well how much I despise working out in the evening. Once I got the kids in bed my desire was even less than it was this morning, but since I've committed to doing the race, I ran anyway. And I went much farther than I was even supposed to. I walked/ran the whole 3.1 miles! And I did it in 39:15 minutes. I'm hoping to shave at least 5-7 minutes off my time by race day when hopefully I can run the whole thing.
The reason I'm writing this, though (on my iPod for that matter), is so I can look back and remember how amazingly proud I am that I did something hard but so good for myself and how fantastic that makes me feel. Going to bed without doing it would have made me feel pretty crappy. Oh how I hope I can remember this feeling. I have never really been a runner, but I am determined to become one.