I ran a 5K with Lucas this morning–well, “I ran a 5K quite a length behind Lucas” would be more accurate–because that’s something we do now. Tammy and Max walked the 5K, and it was fun, though I wish they would not start these things at 8:00 in the morning.
I prepared for this 5K in my typical basically-not-bothering fashion by staying up past my bedtime last night and having a nice late-night bowl of poutine. Here I am post-race feeling all happy about how my poor choices didn’t stop me:
I can’t wrap my mind around the competitive element of this sport. I just get so excited about finishing every single race I do, no matter how long it takes me, and I find I have no desire to get faster or run anything longer than a 5K. People keep telling me I’ll get the urge to do a 10K eventually, but I’m not sure if these people understand how much I love my pajamas and the couch and reading.
Speaking of which…