5K

Ok. The more I think about it, the more freaked I get.
I registered for a 5k?
Oh. em. gee.

I was that girl who hated gym glass. Who would rather fail than go play baseball and football with a bunch of competitive jerks with verbal diarrhea. Who really had no interest in joining any organized sports. Sure, I liked things for fun...swimming, jump roping, ice skating...that sort of stuff. But... I was that girl. I was happy playing trumpet in pep band at games in high school.

So yes. I am a bit nervous. Okay, a lot nervous. What if I can't get to the point I am running 3 miles comfortably? What if I end up walking the whole damn thing? What if this? What if that?

BUT. I have lost 24 lbs. I have lost it through the hardest, but healthiest way possible and that is to simply eat better and exercise. If I can do that, why can't I do a 5k? I can. Right? I hope.

Want to know a secret? I would love to love the 5k, and to want more. And then I would love to graduate to longer races. Maybe a 1/2 marathon some day? Would it be ridiculous for me to say that it would be awesome to finish a whole marathon some day?

I tell you what. If I ever did, it would probably be the one thing to mention to somebody who hasn't seen/known me since high school. The one thing that I could say to make their jaw drop.

Because they will remember, I was that girl. But look what I can do now.