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The K is for Killing Me

So I participated in a 5K today. I couldn’t get anyone to come with me so I did it alone. You know not alone, but without anyone I knew. And about 20 seconds in I thought, “oh crap, this was stupid.” But, I also decided that as long as I continued to move in a positive direction and they weren’t gathering up the safety cones behind me, I was winning. So I did it. I wasn’t at the end of the line, but I was certainly close to the end. But I finished, without falling down. It was 8:52 as I headed back to my car. So, I walked/jogged 5 kilometers in under an hour. And now my goal time should be laughably easy to beat. The next 5K goal will be to finish in less than 45 minutes. I need to work on a plan that will allow me to accomplish that goal. In the meantime, here is my list of excuses for why I did so poorly today.

1. I was ALONE. Everyone knows hard things are harder without support.
2. The little old ladies (literally) and mama’s carrying babies who passed me were probably using performance enhancing drugs.
3. I was running with a light backpack on that held the things I needed, if I could have left them with someone it might have been easier. (see excuse #1). So I started my ‘race’ with my keys, cell phone, sunglasses, a bottle of water, and…a…book (blushing) on my back. I dumped out the water about 1 mile in.
4. My gluteus maximum was sore from riding my bike (first time in 12 years) the day before.
5. I failed to eat a nutritious breakfast beforehand.
6. And the final, probably only valid excuse: I am so out of shape.

Then I went home, showered, took Ledger to the park, and then came into work for a few hours.

I’m not sure I can move. Happy Mother’s Day to me.

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