Five years ago, I completed my first endurance event. It was a 15k. I was woefully unprepared, and spent a little over a week recovering. By recovering, I mean regaining my ability to walk/sit/stand without wanting to cry. I had a panic attack in the first mile. My Jenny's sister, Jessica, told me if I didn't keep going she would make me run a 1/2 marathon with her. At that moment, it was the scariest thing I had ever heard. Thirteen miles seemed like crazy talk.(Yes, I realize the hilarity of this statement.) Five years makes quite a difference.
I am not overly proud of my performance during that race. I guess I should say I wasn't very proud, finishing the marathon on the same course as the 15k did a lot to help my memory of that first race.
Tonight, in the same Disney parking lot where I had that panic attack, my family will run our first 5k. I have never run a 5k, so this will be interesting. I will be running beside my girl and I am so very excited for her to cross her first finish line and get her first medal.
