Today marks exactly 1 month until my very first 5k. I’m both nervous and excited. I fear tripping over a log and falling to my death, left cold and alone on the ground for the zombies to feast on. I have zombie-bait nightmares where I wake up in a cold sweat gnawing on my own arm. Bizarre, I know.
I also picture myself being so overwhelmed with fear that I black out and kung fu kick a zombie. I’m guessing that this is frowned upon, but there’s no telling what’s going to happen once my adrenaline kicks in during the race. Watch out, zombies, I’m unpredictable. Swarm at your own risk.
I know I haven’t posted a running update in a few weeks, but time hasn’t been on my side. Frankly, I need more of it. Anyone have any time I can borrow? I didn’t think so. I’ll just have to work with what I’ve got.
The weather has been absolutely gorgeous, so I’ve been taking advantage of it by pounding the pavement under the beautiful blue sky. I’m still running just under 3 miles, and I’m praying that will change before race day. Let’s just say that I’ll be working diligently for the next 29 days.
Even Maddox (my dog) is loving this weather. After my run, I stop by the house and grab him for my cool down. He’s usually waiting impatiently at the door with his leash on the floor next to him. He loves going for walks.
Keep on pounding that pavement!