The next day was Saturday, April 1st. I was having my morning coffee at the local convenience store when a girl came in and started talking about the 5K she was about to do out at the local college. She was describing the route and I thought, "that's got some little hills, but NOTHING compared to Cavanal, I could do that if we didn't have to run. But I can't run that far." Right then they asked her if she was going to run it and she laughed. Nope. This 5k was for runners AND walkers. That was all I needed to hear. I practically ran out the store. I only had 20 minutes to get there and no cash, but hoped they'd accept a credit card. They couldn't, so I had to rush home, grab my money and even though I was wearing my tightest pair of black and white skechers I was afraid to take the time to change into my far more comfortable new balance. I could do this and I couldn't stand to be late. I saw those comfortable shoes and still, clumsily (because I was in such a hurry) spun around and left. I made it to the race on time.
I learned some things about a 5k that day. They're not as hard as you think they are. Have you ever moved from one house or apartment into another one? Well my 5k time was 46:07:80 and it was exhilarating from start to finish.... moving took me three days just to get fully out of the old house and it was a grueling all day long three days.... a 5k is NOTHING compared to moving. Anytime you wonder if you can walk a 5k, just think, have I moved before? Yes? Then yes, I can.
5 kilometers = 3.125 miles. Just like a yard sticks, the distance measured is different numbers depending on whether we're using the metric system or not, but come on, doing a 5k just sounds so much cooler than doing 3.125 miles.
None of us were mad at each other. None of us (that I saw) was competing to win, we weren't close enough to the front. We just every single one of us wanted to get there as fast as we could. There was a girl there heavier than me, like me at 250. But you could tell from looking at her she had been higher and had been working out consistently to get where she was at because she was wider than me, but she still looked good. I looked good. I saw several women there that shared my shape but were slimmer than me.
I had to pass the big girl twice, I was like wow, she's definitely been working out for a while. But we were still on flat and down hill areas and I thought to myself, "I'll be passing quite a few of these on the hills." And right then I thanked God for probably the millionth time for my psychic ability. You see, this last six months at the gym, early on I began to bump the incline one degree every 30 seconds, all the way up to the highest incline (15) and then 30 seconds each level back down to -2... over and over and over.... I had no idea whatsoever I'd be attempting the Cavanal Killer 5k in May, I had never heard of the CASC Vike Hike in April. But somehow there I was getting prepared for both as perfectly as a person could.
I was wearing black so didn't look that much like a zebra, though my shoes were black and white. As I passed and was passed I saw figures like mine only bigger, and like mine only smaller. I felt like I really was all three sizes and all three sizes were at their healthiest.
Psychic dreams are a lot like looking at the future through shower door glass. But being psychic enough to prepare for races you never seriously considered entering? That, my friends, is PRICELESS.
IMPORTANT NOTE: I am NOT balding! The sunlight is hitting my hair in such a way that
it's making it blend with my skin... YIKES! I will be changing my hair color this week!!
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