In what can only be described as a momentary lapse in judgment I recently told a friend that I would run a 5k with her. And not just any friend, but I'm going to run a 5k with one of those running friends who tracks her pace and how fast she can do a mile and all that nonsense.
I blame it on the fact that I consistently run three or four times a week on a treadmill and now consider myself to be a running enthusiast.
Clearly I have no issues in believing in myself to do the impossible.
And yes I do enjoy a good 20-30 minute jog, but if we are going to be honest (which we, being me, is going to be honest) I really like to jog on the treadmill because it gives me a few minutes of uninterrupted TV time, which is rare, and it's guilt free because I'm burning calories and all that jazz at the same time.
And then when I get off and drink my coke and eat my chocolate chip cookie I don't feel completely bad about it.
So I told the friend I would run a 5k with her, Actually looking back I think I was the one who suggested it. Bless my heart.
I'm not certain..... but I'm going to venture to guess that I won't be able to watch Real Housewives in front of me while running this 5k. A missed opportunity for the 5K industry if you ask me.
At the beginning of February I realized that the official run was about a month away and I should probably actually prepare for it instead of just "winging it" which was my plan prior to this point.
Now I'm at the point where I can say that I am prepared. Prepared to fail.
I have NO idea what I was thinking in signing up for this run, especially with a friend who declared to me that 'she tries to run the 3 miles in 28 minutes "NO PRESSURE".
Luckily I have an accountability partner in the form of my tiny almost 2 year old son. Everyday sometime between 10am and 2pm he screams WALK and then runs and gets my shoes.
It's like the Lord is using him to make sure I get some sort of physical activity, which is partly cute, partly annoying.
So outside we go treking around our neighborhood. Eli enjoying the scenery with his thumb in his mouth, momma pushing 35 pounds of what feels like potato sacks up hill and all around.
I try jogging outside, uphill with the stroller which then turns into a jalk (walk+jog) followed by a fast walk, followed by a slow walk, followed by me passing out.
In other words....I'm going to rock that 5K.
After a few days of "training" outside with the jogging stroller and also using the treadmill I've gone back to my original plan to just wing it.
So in two weeks think of me as I'm running my first 5K. The website guarantees that every person gets a medal. I will be sure and hang it next to my painting of my key to nowhere.