i’m so excited and nervous for this weekend, but not because of running.
because of the baton i’m passing. to another runner.
this is a picture of my first 5k in january of 08. with my running partner.
we trained for 9 weeks, and drove far far away
for any 5k that fit into our schedule.
it was a trail 5k, and we smoked it. and i became a runner that day.
hundreds of races later, i get to train to completion
someone who fought obstacles every step of the way.
8537 facebook messages later. she is ready. and i am ready.
tomorrow we run the pony express 5k.
far far away from fresno.
i have to get my list out, because it’s not my race. but i need my list.
old habits die hard.
and i’m just as keyed up as my very first race.
excited. nervous. thrilled.
but for seconds and inches, i could have missed it all.
seconds and inches, baby.
let race weekend begin.