Sunday, December 6, 2009
So there I was covered in sweat. Somehow I got roped into running a 5K with my family. How did that happen? (Pointer #1- Never let anyone convince you that running is fun. How can sweating, breathing heavily/panting and having nothing to listen or be able to read be fun?) Well, I started training and the 1 mile grew to 3 and I kept running. The day came that we had to sign up for the run. (Pointer #2- Even though it might seem like a good idea at the time, it wont when it is the day of the run!) The days drew on, I got sick, I got better, I got sick again, and then better. Thanksgiving came, our family was excited! My aunt Heather, Uncle Micheal, Uncle Jered, cousin Haydee, mom, dad, sister, youth leader, his wife and a friend were all running in the race. Well, Saturday arrived and we all were getting hydrated for the race. Around 3:30 we arrived and got ready (and put our bibs on!) and stretched. Finally we went outside, lined up and waited for the whistle! The whistle was blown and we started running. Last lap, I was dieing. Lots of pictures were taken. (Pointer #3-When you are drenched in sweat, your face is bright red and your hair is scattered every which direction, dont let people take pictures. You dont look 'beautiful'!) Well, I was getting close to the last strech, but my asthma was killing me! My uncle ran with me a good portion of the way (thank you!) and then my dad sprinted the last stretch with me! All in all, you should run my next 5K with me! Maybe even a 10K?