PR

The good thing about a first is that you always set a P.R., right? P.R. has multiple meanings to me because while in my running world, it means one thing, in my professional life, it means another. But all of that aside, I ran my first 5K today. Ok, so it wasn't my first ever, but I feel the need to wipe my previous slate clean from high school and college and start fresh. And because I don't have any official record of any other 5K times, I can do that. See me making up my own rules here? Well I am.

Were you wanting me to share that time with you? Let me preface it with the fact that it wasn't fantastic. Please factor in my injury and the fact that I've run twice since the marathon. (Remember that little ordeal?) It was 32:35. Not bad in my mind. I REALLY wanted it to be 30:00. But I ran my little heart out. And, my first mile was 10:07, which I felt really, really good about. And my second split was 22:08, which again, wasn't bad.

As I crossed the finish line, I felt a little pukey feeling and I coughed a little, but luckily, I DIDN'T PUKE!!!! Aren't we all proud of me for not puking?!

So Matt came to cheer me on and then we went to breakfast. He told me to run fast so we could eat sooner. He also likes 5K's much better than marathons now and has encouraged me to take them up. They end a lot faster and he doesn't have to take me to the emergency room after. Eh, I can't blame him.

If you have a chance, you should really check out the cause for this run. I cried when I was going through my race packet and reading about it. (Don't make fun of me!) Then I felt the little tears well up every time I saw the kids on the sidelines with signs that read, "Run for Abby."