Call me crazy...

No, go ahead, call me crazy. Because I just signed up for a 5k.

Am I a runner? Nope. Have I run at all since Rowan was born? Nope. I've never run a 5k...I doubt I can even run 1/3 of a mile without stopping at this point.

But I've always secretly (or not so secretly) wanted to be a runner. It has just always appealed to me. I love the idea of pushing myself, doing a half marathon at some point, etc etc. My father-in-law is a runner and seems to have so much fun with it. I've talked to him about running before, and he told me that if I decide to start with a 5k, he'd run it with me.

So, stupid me, went ahead and signed up for one on May 11th. What was I thinking?!? Realistically, I have time to train. But oh my goodness. I am probably going to look like a total idiot. I already have butterflies in my stomach thinking about the fact that I either get ready, or look like a noob on race day.

Ugh. Ugh ugh ugh. I am so dumb.