5K

I ran my first 5K on Saturday and I absolutely loved it. Running in a 5K for me is quite an accomplishment coming from a girl who has always despised running. When I was younger, running was used as a form of punishment--as my sister reminded me the other day. Back in my basketball days, if we didn't have a good practice or needed an "attitude adjustment"---we ran...suicides. They were dreadful.
In cheerleading, if we were late, if we were talking (which was all. the. time.), or if our coach was in a bad mood---we ran.
Then there was my track experience. I joined the track team in middle school. I joined because all my friends joined, and I thought it was going to be a fun after school activity to gossip and hang out with my friends. My poor dad even went out and bought me a fancy pair of track shoes. I stayed on the team for about 2 weeks. I didn't realize we actually had to run...a lot.
I have always really hated running now that I think about it. In college, if I did work out (which was once in a blue moon) we went to excerise classes. I stayed far away from the treadmill.
But now that I am older and the weight seems so much harder to lose--the treadmill has become a friend. About a year ago, I ran on a treadmill at my sister's apartment complex and found myself actually kind of liking it. I felt so good afterwards. That is when I decided I needed my own treadmill and got one for Valentine's Day. Since February, I have been running. I run about 4 miles every other day, and I can honestly say, I am addicted. I have lost weight, and I have never been healthier. Now, don't get me wrong, before I have to run, I try and talk myself out of it. I can come up with every excuse in the book. But I always some how drag my bootie over to it and start.
I signed up for my very first 5K about a month ago and I have been training for it. It's just 3.25 miles but that is pretty far for this girl. On the day of the race, I was a nervous wreck.(I couldn't sleep and I kept thinking about that Seinfeld episode about the marathon and some guy over sleeps and he's late to run the race!!)When the race finally started, my adrenalin was pumping so fast that I had to really pace myself. It was so fun running with lots of people--and there are all kinds. It poured down rain. I was soaked but it was actually nice.  J, my girls, my mom, my dad, my sister, Scarlett, my GG, and my MIL were all there cheering me on! The best part was that I beat my best time!

I am incredibly proud of myself! I am ready for my next race! Sign me up!

 Can you see me? I swear there were other racers and I promise I wasn't in last place!

I think I was listening to a Lady GaGa song here...she always gets me moving!

All done!

Let's go eat a cheese burger now!!!