And Then...

I hung out with friends, came home and cleaned up my kitchen, had dinner (at midnight) and went to bed around 1:30.

Then, I actually got up this morning and ran that flippin 5K. 

Yes, I feel like a wuss for complaining. 

Yes, I feel great that I finished it. 

I'm glad I didn't yak or die.

I'm not terribly thrilled with my time. It was only a minute faster than the 5K in April. It was right around 36-37 minutes. (I don't think they really timed us...)

As for the run itself...

Started out really well. I walked after I 'bout died from not enough air getting into my asthmatic lungs. There were times when I was walking that I felt like maybe I should have pushed a little harder, but I didn't. It was flippin HOT!!! The run started at 9:00 a.m. and it is a beautiful Summer day today. It wasn't overcast at all, and it was seriously hot!! 

I had a raging case of cotton mouth, and there was no water/hydration station. (I just like to say hydration station, it makes it sound more legit.) That was rough. I was dying because I was overheated and under-hydrated.

BUT...

I finished. 

AND...

I wasn't last :) 

I was worried that I would die from embarrassment if I was the last one to finish. I was preparing myself to accept the fact that I very well could be the last person crossing that line... and when I accepted that it would be okay, I dug a little deeper and finished strong. 

I may not have been "strong" in the middle, but I finished strong, and to me, that is the most important part. I will NEVER walk across a finish line. I got to the point where the thing that kept me going was just trying to get or stay in front of someone else. 

Maybe I'm just a little competitive.

Maybe I'm still a rookie.

Maybe I was (totally) embarrassed when that dirtbag made fun of my temporary tattoos from my gym.

Maybe I wanted water more than life itself.

Maybe I just wanted to finish something.

So I did.