Put aside, for a moment, the details of this race, including:
- It’s hard to run in the dark because you can’t see the pavement beneath your feet and therefore spend most of the seconds hoping you’re not going to land in a puddle or divot or bump that causes you to twist your ankle
- It’s held way out in Brooklyn at a place that takes 2 hours to get to
- Many of the participants are half your age
Just ignore those little snippets of information for a moment while you contemplate the idea that a year ago, I participated in my very first 5K. If you’re like me, you’ll find the fact that I sped past a lot of the runners and finished with a decent time despite the still lingering effects of my foray into dramamine the day before kind of incredible.
Plus, you’ll understand what a cool feeling it is to do something that even 2 years ago you never would have thought you’d ever do. It was only a 5K, but a “fun” 5K was something I couldn’t even comprehend before, and now I’m here insisting it exists.
Life. It’s nutty.