Apparently I’m not too bright.
You would have thought I had learned my lesson after the last 5K I participated in. My knees were swollen for days after the last one. I guess it is kind of like childbirth…you forget the pain over time and just remember the endorphins.
So when our little town’s mover and shaker, Gail,
organized yet another 5K, I found myself signing up for it again. This time, my Varmint wouldn’t be there to push me along or stop me from calling a cab halfway through.
What the hell was I thinking?
And to make matters worse, I had attended a ‘ladies night’ dinner the night before and I was not exactly bright-eyed and bushy-tailed when my alarm clock rang the day of the 5K. I snarled from the moment my feet hit the floor.
I arrived to find people in bunny ears…it was an Easter Bunny Hop / 5K. I don’t have bunny ears….and I sure as hell don’t hop. Oh sure, it’s cute and loveable on any other day if you are well rested. But when you are tired, grumpy, snarly, and smelling of last night’s martini, it’s only marginally cute.
But the sun was out, smiles were on everyone’s faces, and even though I really really wanted to go back to bed, I stayed. And when the 5K started, I was moving with them.
I don’t run these days. I walk. And frankly, I can’t even do that without pain. Knees, hips, ankles. They all scream louder than a Justin Beiber fan when I force them into service.
I won’t bore you with the details. I finished it. It wasn’t pretty, though.
And check this out…look at what we received for finishing:
Filled with chocolate, no less.
You know what this means, don’t you?
If there is chocolate involved, I’m doomed to participate in the next one.
I wish I wasn’t so easy.