I'm training for this race like its the freaking long walk in Stephen Kings novel (Richard Bachman, whatever, the same guy wrote it). I'm training like its a magical marathon and I'm going to win millions of dollars and a record deal at the end (apparently, along the route I will also develop singing talent). In reality I'm going to run the 5k, hug my baby and then proceed to get trailer park drunk for the first time in 3 years. I'm "training" for this race like my life depends on it.
Why?
Why not? Having a goal or an end in sight gives me something to focus on. Running is a solo sport for the most part. Henry and Blaze don't offer up much competition. To be fair, Henry is kind of a crappy runner anyway, he just kind of gives up and sits there, drinking OJ.
I need to prove to myself that I am capable, that I am good enough, that I am a runner. Doing this 5k means more to me than the 100lb weight loss, it proves that I have changed my life enough to do wonderful things. The fact that I can run 5k isn't enough, it needs to be public, it needs to be big- it needs to be colourful!
(And because I'm a big of an AW, here are my times from this morning. There's a long way to go- but I've already improved in only a few weeks time). 
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