Me. Yes me, who thinks you should only run when chased finished a 5K.
I must say aside from labor it was perhaps the hardest thing I've ever physically had to do.
This wasn't your flat-coursed type of 5K either. Nor did I have months to prepare.
Instead, this was a hilly, sandy, muddy and even pine-cone trail-filled 5K and I had 1 - yes 1- week to prepare.
I finished in 43 minutes on the nose. Not the most glamorous time, but hey I'll take it. I will hang that number proudly above my treadmill as a reminder of where I started.
Because although I wanted to cry, throw up and even quit during today's adventure, when it was all said in done I wanted more.
Right now, despite my sore thighs, aching arms and screaming feet I am signing myself up for a few more races over the next few months.
I don't care if I come in first, nor do I care if I come in last. All that matters is that I challenge myself and come out stronger than I was before.
Thank you Karen for giving me a shove in the right direction!