well, i did it.
i donned my hat, pulled up my st. patrick's day socks, pinned on my number 13 (wow, i registered early!), and lined up in the snowstorm for the starting gun. it fired, and i was off. i had my playlist ready and rolling, and i was running. it felt like the first half of the race was slightly uphill, punctuated by a bit of a steep uphill section, before it came back down and levelled out. it snowed beautifully the whole time, which, while cold, was a heckuva lot better than an ice cold drenching rain. i felt pretty good most of the way, until quite close to the end, when i was fairly sure i was dying, so i stopped to walk for about 3 steps before i said to myself, "what are you doing, you idiot? you don't want to do this!" so i started running again, turned a corner, and there was someone telling me that i was nearly finished. so i kicked it up a notch (as much as an old fat guy can kick it up a notch after nearly dying) to the finish. i ended up finishing the race at 31:33 (official time), and i was pretty happy with that time. but i was mostly just happy that i finished. that i did it. that i could cross it off my list of accomplishments. that i had trained for it and worked hard on it and nailed it.
here i am with my sister in law, who also ran in the 5k.