I ran another 5k last Satruday. I ran the whole thing this time. It took longer than the last time, but I had fun. Yes. You read that right. I had fun. I know. I can hardly believe it either. It was raining the whole time. I liked that too. I spent the next several hours with only one thought on my mind. "I did it! I ran the whole thing!"
As I ran, my ipod played... dun dun duuuuunnn.... General Conference. I finally found something that will consistently distract me from pain messages. Additionally, I feel doubly accomplished after I finish a run. I've spent half an hour on physical and spiritual endeavors. It completely eliminates the guilt of taking time off of motherhood 3 or 4 times a week. *contented sigh*
Then my running buddy had a baby. Actually she had her a few hours before I ran the 5k. That means I haven't been running with her. I have been extra grouchy this week. Coincidence? I think not. Not only does my running buddy allow me 30 minutes of endorphin pumping time, she also relieves me of Alena duty for that blessed 30 minutes, and provides real live conversation with an adult. All of this means: expect me next week Marci. :) I'm taking you up on your treadmill offer.
P.S. I'll be 5k-ing again July 4th if anybody else wants to join in on the fun.