We interrupt your regularly scheduled program to tell you all I finished my first 5K race this morning! This is a huge triumph for me. I never thought I’d be fit enough to run a mile LET ALONE THREE. This is me, patting myself on the back. I’m celebrating with coffee at my favorite coffee house this afternoon.

If you are wondering if this is just training so I can run from the zombie horde, the answer is yes. A big resounding, post apocalyptic YES.

Although, as far as races go, it was a pretty miserable experience, but it was no one’s fault. We got up around 6:20AM, drove to the race which happened to be across the river in another city/state. There were dark clouds in the sky and when we parked and got out we were met with the fiercest, coldest wind EVER. My husband didn’t run, but my BFF and her sister did, and we stood huddled together, bouncing up and down, trying to stretch and warm up our bodies at the same time near the crowd of people outside the porta-potties. I met a friend of mine who was running the Half Marathon and we froze to death together. Then we rushed to see her off at the starting line and took our places five minutes later. The gun went off and I ran because I was afraid if I didn’t I’d start getting hypothermia and I’d have to go all savage on the other runners in order not to die out there in the wind swept streets.

The first mile was murder. MURDER. Right into the wind. I had my hoodie pulled up and tightened around my face like an Eskimo. Miles 2 and 3 had the wind at our back and that was better and I felt a little like it made me run faster. Afterward we drove home and took naps before treating ourselves to lunch.

This is me, cold but excited: