Run Forrest, Run!

In a mere 3 days I will run my first 5k. When I thought about doing a 5k I didn't think it'd actually happen. First off, I'm now (almost) 26 years old. I'm not running my 7 minute high school mile nor my 8 minute college mile. I have also drank and smoked plenty of my share of multiple substances. Wink, wink. On top of even THAT, I had a baby. Which you know, is slightly a big deal.

Before I was pregnant, or rather, before I knew I was pregnant, I had started a rather intense running regiment. That was, until first trimester kicked my ass and said "go take a nap instead lady! you're growing a tiny human being in your belly!" So running took a back burner and then I found out I was pregnant. I was all about being that pregnant woman who still ran. That slowly changed as well because of my long hours of work and just plain being tired. I was never so lazy in my life.. yet somehow only gained 11lbs during pregnancy. No, I didn't diet and no I didn't do anything to put Will in danger of being premature. Side note, I think it's sad that we have to mention those kinds of things because someone out there is stupid and takes things the wrong way. Anyway back on (the running) track..

Once I had Will and the weather broke in Pittsburgh, we started walking. I am engaged and wanted to get into better shape for the wedding not necessarily train to run a ramce. Will and I walked about 5 miles, three to four times a week, depending on the weather. Then life got in the way again and I would only walk about 2.5 miles with him. I have some pretty motivating friends who run a lot and run distances that no sane person ever should. So I thought about seeing what the smallest distance race is, the 5k, which is 3.1 miles. I thought to myself, if I can walk 2.5 in about half an hour, I can totally add another .6 and run that S.O.B! Haaaahaaaahaaa...

So I started running. I ended up running better than I thought and I was loving it. So I said the hell with it, I'll sign up for a race. This last month's training has been shit. Life has thrown a million things in my way recently and I am not liking that I don't have a free 15 minutes to run. On top of that the only week I had nothing, Will got a really high temp due to teething and I wanted to keep him inside. This morning I had a panic attack and wanted to back out of it. I want to do it don't get me wrong. I'm just making lame excuses up and I'm not some lame punk ass who backs out of things.

Another side note, I swear a lot and apparently today I am just on point or something. I apologize to those who can't take words with a grain of salt. Grow up. (:

So now with a mere three days left till the big day, the butterflies are there. The anxiety is heightened and my nerves are shot. I will kick this race's ass and I will have the biggest smile crossing that finish line and I will do it a hell of a lot better than I would have three months ago. I will be damn proud of this accomplishment and I will smile the whole time. I know that Dave is proud of me already but I want him to be like, yeah, that's my wife who just beat your time. I want Will to see his mom accomplish something that she's worked for. I want him to know that if he works for something he will do it. He won't be a punk ass either ;)


And with that I leave you my next goal... I WILL run a 10k by the time Will turns three years old! That gives me two years and a wedding to get through so I figured that would be a good time to accomplish that goal. Trust me, I'm going to be writing about those fears three days before that race as well. Enjoy life ladies & gents. I bid you adieu.