This morning, as usual, I was up early for my Friday morning run. (Actually, I was up insanely early this morning, but that’s another story). I decided to, once again, head on over to Edgewater Park for my run and, once again, love how different the experience is. I don’t have to worry about cars on the road or staring at the clock on the treadmill or figuring out which way to turn, which road to take.
I can just run.
And run I did.
3.1 miles. That, ladies and gentleman, is a 5K. This morning I ran a 5k. And I did it spontaneously. That is, my plan was to run my usual two miles. Only, as I was closing in on that second mile I decided I didn’t want to stop.
So I didn’t. I just kept right on going. And if I didn’t have somewhere to be later this morning, I probably would have kept on going.
As it happens, yesterday I was looking up 5Ks for the summer and found one on June 23rd at the Cleveland Metroparks Zoo. When I mentioned something about it on Facebook, it turns out my college roommate is planning on being at that one, which might have just sealed the deal for me!
Now, granted, my overall average this morning was a 16 minute mile. But that’s okay, because I ran a 5k. Me. At 234 pounds. Me. The girl who hated running up until about two months ago. Hell, up until about two months I couldn’t run. And now that I’ve done it once, I can’t wait until Sunday when I can do it again.
Quicker than a ray of light, I’m flying.
Love from the ashes,