Tomorrow I’m running in my first 5K race since coming down with pneumonia last summer.
Actually, this’ll be the first time that I’ve raced at all since last summer, taking all last year to fully recover and get my legs back.
Pneumonia takes a lot out of ya, and I may’ve been just a wee bit unmotivated to really train for a race.
At any rate, this race tomorrow is at a nearby town and is part of the events celebrating 114 years of the little town’s history.
It’s not a big race, but it’s a fun one.
One of Meg’s best friends is also running it, and we’ve been trash talking each other through her texts that she gets from him.
We both ran 3.1 miles yesterday, separately, and he ran his just a minute faster than me.
Of course, I’ve got 18 years on him and creaky old knees, but I bet if push comes to shove, I could still beat him in a dead heat.
If I don’t get the giggles like I usually do in those situations.
Seriously, I get weak kneed when I’m racing with someone I know.
My siblings were forever getting me to race them because they knew I’d collapse in a giggling heap about half way through.
Tomorrow may prove interesting.
What do you have planned for the weekend?
We’re taking the kids to the movies tonight, then the race first thing tomorrow morning, then who knows what else will happen the rest of the time.
But that’s what weekends are for, right?