Finish lines are earned

I'm always running behind because I'm always running. I grossly underestimated the effort I need to put into training to get ready for the half in August. I'm neglecting all things on the "to do" list, which isn't smart since I'm hosting a family reunion this week. My legs hurt all the time and I'm breaking out really bad since apparently I've never really sweat before now. Worth it? I really hope so. On the upside of things, I recently ran in another 5k and did better than my last one. I finished in 34:14.9 (11 minute mile). I'm pretty happy about that since the beloved side stitch came to visit me this race and didn't leave until after I finished(it was brutal). I felt bad for my friend who was running beside me and had to listen to me gasping the whole time. I'm learning that I can run inspite of these wonderful things, although I gotta say I'll take peeing my pants over that any day.

First starting out

Jeff and the girls showed up at the beginning without me knowing so they played on the playground and had some of their own fun

I love her excitement

Sisters

Crossing the finish line

Pure agony on my face, I kept thinking "don't throw up"

Looking at our finish time

Really?

We all kind of took up running at the same time. Misery loves company!