After looking at his shiny half-marathon medal, I suddenly got an urge to participate in some sport activity. I loved the sense of accomplishment when a runner crossed the finish line. So I was very enthusiastic when I heard there's a La Jolla 5k
run on April. Imagine, running alongside the beautiful beach of La Jolla..
That was on January. On February, I tried running with him in Torrey Pines. My target was simple, to run as far as I could. I ended up feeling sick after running around 1 mile. Mind you, the weather was super cold
for my non-fat body. I wasn't used to the stupid cold beach air. I couldn't breathe! I felt like my lungs rejected the cold sandy air. Plus, I didn't really stretch well before running.
That was a bad experience. I concluded that I wasn't fit for the sport, & the weather in April will be too cold that I couldn't breathe, so I gave up.
Then, around mid-March, I accidentally saw a postcard from his running buddy, about how that buddy & his wife cannot wait to run with us this April. Yep, I promised to enter the 5k run with her wife back in January. Suddenly I feel guilty about how I wouldn't be able to fulfill that promise.
Around end of March, the guilt feeling increased that I started having weird dreams. Perhaps it has something to do with the very pretty lawyer (the wife) that makes you obligated to ensure her happiness. Beautiful people! Thou art evil! Argh! (I'm a girl btw..) So last weekend I decided to enter the run.
Now I have to train for 3.1 miles in 3 weeks time. I can't run during my lunch time, so my only training time will be past 7pm on treadmills in his office gym (for free *evil grin).
I just registered for the race tonight. Wish me luck.
a0z0ra @ 10:15 PM  |