I ran a 5K.
Ok, so I didn’t run the ENTIRE 5K, but I ran way more than I thought I would. I am SO proud of myself.
But let’s step back a bit.
A few months ago, my friend Heather sent out an email telling a bunch of my friends about this new run coming to Raleigh. The kicker – it was at NIGHT! Now that is a run I could get into. I am not a fan of getting up super early in the morning to do something I’m already NOT a fan of – running.
The Electric Run is a 5K. Hell, I’m sure I could run 3.1 miles. I’m not THAT out of shape, am I?
So I signed up.
Summer flew by and I wasn’t training quite the way I thought I would. That is to say, I wasn’t running At. All.
Not cool, Erin. Not cool.
So early last week I reminded my husband that I had a run on Friday night. His response, “Oh yeah, that run you’ve been training for all summer?”
I flicked him off.
But y’all? I did it.
Four of my friends joined me. We channeled our inner Debbie Gibson and called ourselves Team Electric Youth.
Running at night is the way to go. It was dark, there were crazy lights everywhere and the music was bumpin’. I was READY.
I swore I would run the first mile. Luckily, my lovely friend Melissa was running too, so I stuck with her. But there were NO mile markers. Then all of a sudden I saw a table full of water. That meant HALF WAY baby and I was still running. I did stop shortly after that and walk/ran the rest of the way. It was the damn hills that got me.
When I hit the finish line, I couldn’t believe it. It was over. I survived and probably ran 2 miles. Pretty huge for me.
Guess who wants to sign up for another 5k? Oh yeah, this girl.