This journey of mine began back in November, 2008, when, after finishing my usual (enthusiastic) 5-mile walk through the neighborhood, and being comfortably in my car and running errands, I heard an ad on the radio for the upcoming "Turkey Trot 5k," to be held, understandably, on Thanksgiving morning.
"Hey!" I thought, "I want to do that! I CAN do that!" Fast-forward to our local running store, Track Shack , a place I longed to be a part of, but always felt like the extra kid in gym class... sooo out of place! But right now - it didn't matter: I was going to register for my very first 5k. And I did.
No problem, right? Well, that would be so, except that it was only three days 'til Thanksgiving! What was I thinking? Clearly, I must have been delusional! Who decides to run 3.1 miles nonstop, with a zillion other people, in three days??
Oh, but the pride and sense of belonging I felt when I picked up my "race packet" (I had a race packet? Me?), and found inside my very own (and very first) running bib! Wow! (At the time, I didn't even know it was called a bib... it was just that race-number-thingy that runners wear!)
Next, I realized I needed new running shoes. If I was going to make a commitment to this "sport," then I needed new shoes (the old ones had seen hundreds of walking miles, so it really was a fair purchase!).
With race packet in hand and new running shoes on feet, I was ready to run that 3.1 miles, nonstop, with a zillion other people... 3 days to go! What would The Hubby say??.....