So guess what. I’m running a 5k in the morning.
It’s been a long time friends.
Sure I’ve jogged the odd mile here or there during the past year. Once I even went a whole mile and a half.
My training for this race consisted of me dashing out with my sister last night for a run through what used to be grandpa’s hay field. I have no idea how far or how fast we ran, but it was something!
In other words. Wish me luck. I’ll need it.
Zizza asked me if I was going to win the race. I told her all I want is to do my best. What I meant was I’m really just hoping I’ll be able to drag myself through all 5 of the Ks without stopping. I’ll let you know if I make it.