5 dying k

so late last night mark and i decided to join my dad and sis in the 5k race.

considering one of my past posts where i could not even walk up the stairs at my dad's work--this was probably a bad idea but hey you only live once right?

i was fine until they were ready to shoot the gun at the starting line.

i believe my words to kristine were

"wow i feel like i just woke up and decided to run a marathon"

i was pretty scared.

yes, a 5k. be quiet, i was still scared.

mark turned around at the beginning and gave me a confused look asking what he should do because we were all running far behind him. i just gave him the go sign and he sprinted the whole way! 1st in his age group. woot woot. he was able to film my pops crossing the line..

yes. that is me walking across the finish line. usually when you see the line you sprint..wrong.
for some reason i ran until i got to the finish line and then died.
thank you amelia baby for screaming words of encouragement from the sidelines torwards the end (of course she ran it in about 2.5 seconds but we all have different talents right? ha) i could hear nothing you were saying but just saw your arms wailing, pointing torwards the finish line.
LOVE YOU

as you can tell i was ready to fall over hahaha

my current injuries are a charly horse in my groin, my knee is coming off, bruised foot, and headache. wow can i do this more often? let me just remind you again-it was a 5k. I NEED A TRAINER. i am still proud of myself though. my body definitely surprised me!
good work wait family.
next time we'll get my mama in there!