It's been one week since I signed up and it's been 5 days since my surgeon cleared me for most activity. Now, ask me how many times I've gotten on the treadmill. Twice. Yep, two times in two weeks. I know, I know. I'll be in fighting shape in NO time, right? And both of those times I was walking at a snail's pace. Old women at the mall walk faster. Seriously.
So, why did I do this? Well, for one, my BFF asked me. She and her sister put together a team for this 5K. It sounded like fun. Even though she's supah skinny and still losing, she offered to walk with me if I need it. I'm still all kinds of worried because I can just see me slowing the WHOLE team down. Like seriously, I worry about that.
Secondly, I did it because it was a goal. It was a goal I made in January. I wanted to do a 5K, now to be completely honest, I wanted to RUN a 5K, but I'll handle completing it even if I have to crawl. Now, I have this thing out there. I did it. I paid a fee (and I don't play with non-refundables). I'm signed up. It's happening whether I train or not. Now, it's up to me to get myself in gear and only moderately embarrass myself.
And lastly, because why not? I'm not entering a super-competitive 5K. Its one of those 'fun' ones. So, maybe I do completely embarrass myself. I drag the entire team down and they have a miserable time. But what if I don't? What if we all go and have a blast? Do I really want to miss out because I'm scared? The answer is no. I want to try. I want to succeed. But even if I don't, at least I did something.
Now, I have 4 weeks, 6 days, and 21 hours to get at least a little tiny bit better than I am now. It's going to be hard and I may not make it. But I'm going to try. I want to try. And regardless of the outcome, at least I did it.
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