Adventures of a wannabe runner

As many of you know, my best friend Kirsten is a crazy runner and I think she is awesome. Basically my whole goal in life is to be just like her. Ok, not really. But I do think she is pretty awesome. And she does inspire me to run. Therefore I set a goal to run three 5k races this summer. First one is next week. But have I been training? Not really.

 So last week my three friends invited me to go for a 4 mile run with them. At first I thought, "oi. That's a long run. But...maybe it's not THAT long. Ok I'll go." I figured it would probly be a good idea to run once or twice before my race. That was my first mistake. 4 miles is a long run for someone who hasn't ran in like 6 months. My next mistake was thinking that I could keep up with my friends. I was able to keep up with them for the first mile (although we did stop halfway through to stretch). After the first mile I was dying. So I backed off and went my own pace the rest of the way. But I didn't know where the turn-around spot was, and they got so far ahead of me that I couldn't see where they went. So I took a wrong turn and ran 2 blocks before I realized I was going the wrong way. So I turned around and headed home. They all finished 15 minutes before me. It was kinda embarrassing.

The worst part though was the next two days. My legs hurt so bad I didn't even want to walk. They hurt especially bad when I walked down stairs. With every step I would say "ouch. Ouch." and my niece would say "Kewsey what's the matter?" if it didn't hurt so bad, it would've been cute.

The best part was Saturday morning when my legs stopped hurting. I went for another run, but this time only 3 miles and at my own pace. This time I ran 2 whole miles before I had to walk. And even then I only had to walk about 2.5 blocks total off and on. I was so happy and proud of myself. Now I know I can at least make it 5k. Now just to improve my time.

You can just call me Usain Bolt.