I did it – I signed up for a 5K run.
And by run, I mean walk/run. Probably more walk than run. A wun. Or a ralk. Yeah. Ralk is way better.
My friend Sarah texted me this weekend: “Want to do a 5K with me and Monica??” Eight weeks ago, I would have laughed out loud and probably called her terrible names behind her back. (Just kidding, Sarah – love you!!) But now, 22 pounds lighter with new running shoes on my feet, I thought about it very carefully.
Then she posted the link on my FB wall. Click on this.
I was IMMEDIATELY sold. This looks like so much fun I can’t even stand it. You have to wear a white t-shirt to the race, and at each kilometer, you get sprayed with totally harmless, extremely colorful DUST. By the end of it, you’re covered in a million different colors. Just watch this:
So I’ve been working a little harder, in hopes that I can kind of keep up with the crowd. Last night, I ran for a total of 6 minutes! Yes, it was interspersed with walking intervals, and yes, I thought I might pass out, but I did it.
If you would like to join us, check out their website and sign up! We would be the team named “Funky Juice” – and yes, that is a Liz Lemon reference. :)