It’s the second day of the work week, friends. And you know what that means.
Happy Lollipop Tuesday!
It is solely because I have created this monster of a blog that when asked if I wanted to join a friend last week for a 5K the day before the event, I said yes and immediately registered.
Allow me to repeat myself. Without any hesitation whatsoever, I immediately registered for a 5K when propositioned.
This has gotten out of hand. Really.
Now before all you actual runners go all nutso on me (I know you’re out there, judging my form), let me throw out the disclaimer here: I speed walked it. It wasn’t as if I had completed the Couch to 5K or anything. Give me a break. Even just speed walking was enough to give me shin splints the next day thankyouverymuch.
I think the real test was when the forecast got real dreary. I remember being at the copy machine on Friday and someone hitting me up for small talk (shudder) asking me what I was doing this past weekend. Since I basically black out for those moments, it wasn’t until I showed up to the start line that I remembered her mentioning something about a big storm.
There’s nothing that tests my fortitude quite like a cold, wet 3.2 miles in shorts.
I’m not much of a preparer when it comes to these things. In fact, I considered titling this post “Packing for a 5K: A Retrospective” – but let’s face it, I’m of absolutely zero authority on the subject. All I know is it was cold, wet, and I was the only one without a rain slicker.
My friend’s fiancé showed up in khakis, for which I promptly mocked him. He retaliated that they were tan denim jeans but it was a pretty weak rebuttle, you know, given that they were still pants. He swiftly made an ass of me by running past me around the 1 mile mark. …On his way back.
Maybe next time I’ll wear jeans.
But in all sincerity, it was super cool to show up and get a number. It made me feel all official. Plus, it was for a good cause, which added an extra dose of awesome. Surprisingly enough, 5Ks aren’t nearly as scary as I thought they were (a common theme I’m finding in my Lollipop posts). I do, however, think they would be just a bit better with someone beside me with a boom box on his shoulder blasting Eye of the Tiger.
In fact, I started thinking the Couch to 5K might be a great new adventure in suckery after I finish this P90X madness.
Whoa there, Jackie. One overambitious, self-made mountain at a time. ♣