Months ago, I signed up for a 5k with my oldest sister and her husband. Now, I’d consider myself a decent runner, but the two of them will probably be done for five to ten minutes before I cross the finish line. Plus, I haven’t even run since I skinned up my hands. Armed with awkward band-aids on my hand, I toed the starting line with no expectations, just a desire to be done with the whole thing. As the gun went off, I settled into a comfortable pace. It wasn’t until we made it to the first mile that I realized I was running mid-eight minute pace. I ended up finishing the race less than a minute off of my latest personal best.
I think everyone has a superhuman moment. There are moms who can pull cars off their kids and then there’s the rest of us who manage to go about our daily lives despite all the pandemonium. This 5k was aggressively average, but my good time was the reassurance I needed. We will all make it through.
I’m certainly not winning any fashion awards with this outfit, but I stand by my earlier statement – I can’t pack. It was a surprisingly less day, but I still needed a jacket for pre and post race. This lovely green jacket was the only one without horse hair and hay on it. Oh, the joys of farm life!
Sound off: tell me about a time you surprised yourself!
Top: Received from a 5k in Atlanta a month ago (similar, similar)
Jacket: Stolen from my mom (similar, similar)
Shorts: Nike purchased six years ago for $40 (similar, similar)
Shoes: Asics purchased six months ago for $110 (similar, similar)