If you would have told me six months ago that I'd run a 5k for any reason other than that I was being chased, I would have fallen over with laughter. I had literally never run a step in my life outside of elementary school P.E., and even then, I don't know if you could call what I was doing back then "running." Loping, maybe.
But I heard about Couch to 5k and people kept saying it was doable and Josh was so sweet and happy and encouraging when I voiced my hesitant interest, that I felt compelled to at least try. And I did. And I liked it.
We woke up at 5am on the day of the race to a cold, rainy day. Also, I had completely lost my voice. I wasn't actually sick yet (that would come later) but I couldn't really talk. By the time we got to Santa Monica, the rain had stopped and the day was turning out to be perfect. I still couldn't talk, but that seemed unimportant. I needed to focus mainly on being scared shitless.
Dash spent the night with Aunty & Tio the night before the race and they all drove down to root us on in the morning. This pic is the moment I spotted them. I have to tell you, if someone you love is going to try to do something hard & you have a chance to show up for them, do it. After seeing their faces I honestly felt like I could have flown.
This is poor sadface Josh crossing the finish line, well ahead of me. He's not really in pain, he just always looks like that when he runs.
Here's me. I'm only smiling because it's finally over.
Josh and Dash are very cute.
And, at the end, we got t-shirts!
I'm never taking mine off.