It actually wasn't a 10 K, it was half of a half marathon.
A half marathon is 13.1094 miles. I ran half of that: 6.5547 miles.
A 10K is only 6.2 miles.
I ran an extra 0.3547 miles. That's way more.
When I ran my first 5K, this really hot guy named Tim helped me run the last quarter mile. Tim looks like a much fitter, much taller, and much better looking Seth Green.
Tim was there to cheer me on during my first 10K. Thank you, Tim!
I remember that my first 5K I was huffing and puffing. My legs were sore. I was bright red.
The 10K is pretty much the same, except I wasn't huffing and puffing. My heart and lungs are strong now -- "running" for 2 hours doesn't kill me. I can talk and joke with people along the way.
My legs, on the other hand. . .er. .foot, are a different story. I am still 100 lbs overweight and my knees don't like it. Screw you, knees, I'm still doing this.
When I did the 5K, I was amazed at how incredibly affirming and supportive people are. When I finished the 10K, my friends made an archway for me to run through.
You guys are the best.
|I did this for you, "Eva" -- I miss you sister!|