I wasn’t going to say anything in case I
fell down, chickened out, changed my mind, but I am planning to run a 5K on Thanksgiving Day. So, you say. Lots of people do that. Well, not me. I don’t like exercise in general. I don’t like to sweat or be sweaty. Pretty much the only things that would make me run are:
Scary man with a gun
Swarm of angry bees
Plate of Fudge
The second time I tried to do the Atkins diet, I had this dream that everyone was chasing me down my street trying to take away my plate of fudge.
Um, yes. That would make me run like the wind.
Source (and recipe)
Fortunately, I have a running buddy, Megan. If I didn’t, instead of running, I would probably just be running with open arms to the nearest ice cream sundae. Anyway, a buddy helps keep me accountable (and shame is a powerful motivator). Peer pressure is definitely required here.
So is candy. I asked Megan if on race day I can tape a Snickers bar to her back and then just chase her. She assumed I was kidding…
I am mentally gearing up for race day. I plan to have my family stand on the sidelines to cheer me on. Okay, that’s not true. Really, I just want them there to throw bits of Twinkie in my mouth as I run by. (I’ve been practicing at the Japanese steakhouse – you know how they throw that rice at you to catch it in your mouth?!)
And as an added bonus, running this race on Thanksgiving Day means I won’t feel even the slightest bit guilty about that extra helping of the best corn on the planet. Maybe I will even ask my mom to make me some of her killer fudge. I know. I’m kinda hopeless.
And THAT is why this is such a big deal. Have you ever run a 5K (or any other K)? Got any advice for a newbie runner?