The Running Man...er...Kelly
I hate working out. I'm not the kind of person who takes great joy in a good sweat. I'd much rather be sitting in a cool dry place away from UV rays sipping an iced coffee, but the reality is that I'm in my 30's, I have two small kids and lest I accept a life spent with a pouchy belly I better accept that doing what I have always done isn't going to get me back into bathing suit shape. What I hate even more than working out is self loathing and a soft muffin top hanging out of my slacks...so thanks to vanity here I am. Peer pressure has pushed me to train for a 5k. I know...I know...I'm following the herd of other 5k people throwing money at events laden with paint or mud or glow in the dark junk. But gimmicks aside, planning to run a 5k means training to RUN a 5k. I know you can walk it, but really what is the point of that? I can walk anywhere at any time for the low low price of $0. So rewind to June to when my best pal peer pressures me to do a 5k w...