All Signed Up

Just finished running another 5k. To set things straight, I have never considered myself a runner. I'm not even that athletic. The only sports I partake in on a regular basis are those you can drink while playing, like golf or bowling. And the only times I would consider running is if chased by a wild animal. Or the fuzz. So this really is a shock to my system.

In spite of that, for some reason I made it through tonight's run rather easily. Maybe because at first I didn't want to run and started feeling better once I got going, so I gained momentum. Or maybe it was because I was watching Friends for the entire duration. Perhaps someone can just carry a little t.v. in front of my face during the first 5k. I'm sure Oprah has someone to do that for her.

I signed up and received my confirmation number for the Shamrock Run on March 15. Still waiting for Joe to man-up, however. Over a yummy Vietnamese dinner last night with Sara, I mentioned my quest to the 5k and the fact that I am committed. What did she say? Without any hesitation what-so-ever, she says, "I'll do it with you. That will be fun." We weren't even drinking -- imagine my shock (on both accounts - that we weren't drinking and the fact she wants to run the race).

In any event, misery loves company. I'm not sure if she realized it's the Sunday of St. Patrick's Day Weekend or the fact that the race starts at 7 a.m. (if she didn't, she does now). The thought of a lot of athletic guys in running outfits and the promise of a post-run beer will hopefully be enough to get over the negative side effects.

If those guys in the Guinness outfits can do it - so can we. Maybe I'll just strategically put one of them in front of me for motivation. Will run for beer.