I have my very first 5k tomorrow. I originally said I wanted to do this and I got knocked up. Truth be told I was kinda relieved. But it was still a goal of mine. And so I began to train, and I talked 3 sweet girlfriends into running it with me and posted it all over Facebook to keep me honest.
Sadly, despite having an extra 4 weeks I’m only on week 6 of 8. It happens. Injuries, illness, onsite and oh yea the flue of death….add that to the fact that there were a few days I found I needed to re-do just because I wasn’t ready to move on. Originally I thought I wanted to run the whole thing. My goal was to run more than 51%. Now of course, I realize I’ll have to walk portions. I’m truly ok with that.
So how am I feeling? Nervous, anxious, excited. But here’s one I didn’t expect—emotional. I’m pretty sure there will be tears tomorrow.
The nervous anxiety is a funny thing. I think it has more to do with being sure that we’re there on time, I get enough water, stretch etc. I’m also anxious that people will be waiting for me to finish….that’s some pressure.
On top of all of this there’s this little weather front coming through. Given my history that’s started to give me anxiety, but I’m sorta hoping we get some weather so I can just lay low on Monday.
I’m as ready as I’m going to be. Hopefully this stuffiness will phase out and I’ll be in peak condition tomorrow.
And yes, I’ll be running another before the end of the year.