Note: Asking your marathon-running friend to go for a jog with you (you being an out of shape and exhausted mother) will inevitably end with you vomiting. Just sayin’…

This afternoon, I asked my friend (the marathon runner) if she wanted to go for a jog with me. I was thinking of running the same route I had run previously. She had other plans. Right before we were about to take our first strides, she suggests we do 5K (running and walking when needed) so that, you know, I have some sort of baseline for my training. I agreed, yelled to Josh that I’d see him in a few days, and we started off.

The short of the story is that I completed the 5K in 31:49. For those of you counting, that works out to being just over a 10-minute mile pace. I needed to walk maybe 3 different times, but we didn’t walk for very long or very far. We ran (as opposed to jogged) the last tenth of a mile or so. It was hard. And I’m tired now, but overall I feel good. I’m glad I pushed myself. I’m glad I proved to myself that I can run for distance if I really try. Sure, my knees are killing me and my back hurts and my fat thighs are chafed from rubbing together, but I think that’s all to be expected.

SO… here’s hoping that I can keep it up, that it isn’t another five days before I get out for another run. Oh, by the way– feel free to leave comments of encouragement and praise. I’m not above begging for recognition.