Who is this person who signed up to do a 5K?
I think I made a big mistake. It’s not epic, but it’s definitely life-changing. I feel regret, but I rarely do. I’m nervous, though. It’s stupid, really. I’m a wimp. Y’all are gonna make fun of me when I tell you. I don’t want to admit it out loud, because once I say it, it’s real.
I’ve committed to running a race.
I haven’t actually paid my fee or registered or anything crazy like that yet, but it’s pretty much a done deal. I feel like I should.
It’s only a 5K. I have over six months to train. I know that one doesn’t need six months to prepare. As a matter of fact, The Man only spent about two months training for a half marathon for Pete’s sake. He’s done the Half Ironman (70.3 miles). My little 5K is a walk in the park compared to that. He’s always so happy when it’s almost race time. I hope I feel the same.
I know this all sounds ridiculous. All people, including everyone everywhere, have told me that I really don’t need to train all that much for this. Those same folks laugh when I express my fear and concern.
I’ve bragged about the little jogs I take here and there. In the spirit of open books, let’s be honest. They are little jogs. I walk a lot in between the little jogs. I know, I know. There will be a lot of people walking in a 5K. This particular race is especially family friendly. New moms with strollers will be there. I’ve been told I don’t have to run the whole thing. But I will. I must.
If I’m going to take the time and effort to sign up for a running race, I’m going to run. Now that I’ve said it, am I locked in?
I don’t mean to be so dramatic. Well, I guess I do, but I can’t really help it. I don’t like running. I love cheering for runners in races. I’ll gladly stand on the sidewalk, in the rain, beer in hand, with homemade poster board signs, and yell like crazy. I hope some of you will do the same for me. Eek.
Am I gonna die?
You might be wondering why I’m even bothering if it’s such a big hassle. Even if you’re not, I’ll give you the short and the long of it.
For one, it’s time. My husband encourages me to try. He swears he’ll run with me, though I know he will lap me. Like, all around Augusta and back before I make it halfway to nowhere. I can do this, though. It will require patience.
Secondly, and more importantly, I’m helping coordinate events surrounding this race. Who in their right mind coordinates an event and doesn’t attend? Seriously, name someone. I’ll wait. That might be my out.
The craziest part of it is that this race talk is making me gutsy. The other night, under the influence of wine, I’m fairly certain I agreed to run a half marathon next spring. What. The. Hell. I don’t know who this person is, and what she has done with the real JiW, but she needs to quit drinking.
If you’d like to join me, I’m running The Color Run in Augusta on October 5, 2013. If you haven’t heard of the Color Run, Google it. It’s not your average 5K. It’s more of a paint party. While you run, sprays of color shoot out, tie dyeing the required white T-shirt. After the run, there’s beer, music and more paint. I can’t wait for that. This is all part of a wonderful collaboration between the Augusta Sports Council and the Westobou Festival (westoboufestival.com). Thousands of people will come to our town to run a happy race and get covered in bright colors, right in the middle of our huge and impressive multidisciplinary arts festival. It will be a big colorful party filled with athletes. Arts and sports. Very cool.
Now that I told y’all, that makes it official, right? I’m hoping for a big, scary thing to chase me all the way to the finish line. Speaking of the finish line, who’s volunteering to wait there with my beer? You Might Also Like: