It's the eve before the Piper 5K, the one I said I would totally train for and run the entire thing....ohhhh when I was 7 months pregnant. My parents and teachers always said to dream big, and so I did. But let's get realistic here...
Tomorrow morning I will make a big attempt to run the 5k. Granted this week I have not ran on inch to save my life. I blame that on the 3 nights in a row, back to night shift 6pm-6am, legs feel like Jello by time I walk in the front door. And the one morning I was going to run when I got off, I left with the pager and had to drive it all the way back to work. Then stopped at McDonalds for a cinnimelt, come on.....that idea to run was so 5 minutes ago. You would have done it too. So by time I got home, I was done, my bat cave of a room and my pillow top bed was calling my name.
Maybe I should just walk with Chris and my Mom in the stroller group. Or maybe they will just catch up with my slow ass. I do this 5K for a reason, a 3 year old angel and either I walk or run, who cares. In the end we all cross over the same finish line. It's the meaning behind the run that matters to me.
Now that I think of it, I get to eat pasta tonight for energy.... Hell yes!! Wish me luck tomorrow, I'm off to build a pimp ass play list for my "5K stroll"