I ran my first 5K yesterday. Alex was like "you didn't even make a big deal about it". My friend Renee asked if I wanted to do it, I was like "sure, I'll run 3.1 miles with one week to train". Unfortunately I got a cold on day 1 of 7. I sucked it up and ate Motrin like candy. I ran 1.8 and walked the rest while pushing Serena around a lake downtown on day 1 and 2. I thought I would die. Day 3, Wednesday, I went with Renee to a park and walked/half ass jogged a few miles, we didn't keep track. At that point in the week my calves and shins felt like someone was constantly smacking then with a razor bladed baseball bat. More Motrin please. Thursday I was getting nervous and not any less sore but I make myself run the 3.1 on the treadmill while forcing myself to not look down at the distance. I looked down when I thought it would be like 2.5 miles...nope, it was 1.5. I was in for it. I stretched really hard and ate lot's of ice-cream. Friday I was sore but we went to pick-up our packets and walked the trails at the park where the race was. "Woah woah Renee" I said, "I didn't know we would be running through these narrow dangerous rooted and rocked trails". The edge of the stream is awfully close. That night I stretched a ton more and ate lot's of ice cream. It was a surprise that I did not feel sore saturday morning. The Motrin was working by golly! I didn't feel anything but numbness in my freezing fingers. It was a gorgeous morning, nice and cool so I wouldn't pass out. I got warm quick. I ran the whole thing and now I can't wait to do it again. "Piece of cake", or should I say "bowl of ice cream".