It’s 5:03 a.m. and I am slinking around my house gathering running things. John Bingham’s words never rang truer than today. I am getting ready for the Arizona Distance Classic 5K.
Although “ready” might imply that I have run a single step in preparation for this race — I haven’t. Or that I have continued with my diet and lost weight instead of gaining 5 pounds the last two weeks. Or that I did not have the flu yesterday and the day before and actually miss work.
I am not ready. I couldn’t be ready in a month. So I’m just going. Thanks to Seth and Matt for donating to the Leukemia and Lymphoma cause. Seth, I didn’t know they researched multiple myeloma as well. We are all pulling for your dad, and are thinking good thoughts for you.
I’m dressed, it’s 5:11 a.m. now, and I’m really going. Really. I have my favorite red racing shirt on, my ancient JL rowing team shorts, my spiffy Brooks shoes with specially molded inserts and a sports bra. I even have my falling apart, favorite “Gonzaga Crew” hat on. I’m really going. I might even brush my teeth. It wouldn’t be sporting to mow down the competition on breath alone.
Waddle on, friends.
