BIG NEWS PEOPLE!

No. I am not pregnant.  I feel like whenever someone has an "announcement" we automatically assume its baby news.  Not yet friends.  This may not be a big deal to most of you, but it me it is HUGE.  I signed up for my first 5K.  I have not said much on the blog about how I have been working so hard training for this, to be honest I wasn't sure I would be able to do it.  I did not want to blab about training and doing a 5K, and end up letting myself and everyone else down.  So NOW I can let the cat out of the bag.  I have been working my butt off training for the last 12 weeks (i had a few setbacks) I started the couch to 5K program, and immediately loved it.  It is so helpful, and makes training a little more bearable.  When I first started running I could barely run a minute without feeling like I was going hyperventilate.  Yesterday I ran for 30 minutes without stopping.  I wanted to cry.  As you all know I have always worked out, and enjoyed the feeling afterwards.  I have never truly enjoyed a workout as much as I love running.  I am hooked.  For me running is my escape.  I look forward to running everyday, and rarely have that feeling dread that I normally have when I think about working out.  It is a time I can pray, think about people, relax, have me time, and de stress.  I really have not even lost that much weight doing it, but that's OK.  Running is also very emotional/mental for me.  It can make me happy, sad, frustrated, laugh (like the time I smelled a skunk the very next day after Halloween when I had tortured my child by making him dress up as a skunk the day before) and cry.  I love every minute of it.  By no means am I a expert runner.  I just started, and so far I love it.  I am so excited/nervous about tomorrow.  Even though I have been training so hard I am worried I will not be able to make myself proud.  I still struggle running for 30 minutes, and I know it will take me longer to finish tomorrow.  I know I should be proud of how far I have come, but I will be so disappointed in myself if I do not run the entire time.  I am not going to focus on my time/pace, i just want to run the whole time.  If I do that I will be so proud of myself.  I run slow.  It is not pretty, but I love it.  Please say a prayer for me in the morning that my body doesn't let me down, and I can cross that finish line proud.  I know that no matter what Luke and my sweet baby boy will be waiting for me at the finish line, and that means the world to me.  I hope everyone has a wonderful Thanksgiving, and I will report back how it goes!