Almost at the 5k.

So, Friday we went for run 2 of week 7 of our 5k101 challenge. It was 87 degrees outside, we were trying to move as quickly as possible out the door, S was sick, and I was, well. Fine, I was fine. But in my defense, I was on day 2 of no caffeine, with a residual panicky feeling from having about seven shots of espresso on Wednesday. Additionally, I try to drink as little as possible before heading to New York so that there can be fewer pit-stops. There was one time where, stuck on the bus, I had to pee so badly I actually tried to ask the Chinese bus driver if we were almost at the McDonalds. We weren't. I considered getting the woman with the baby in front of me to tell the driver there was a baby-related emergency so we'd have to stop. Don't worry. I made it. But still, it was enough to made me purposely dehydrated myself before any bus ride. I'm an idiot, I know.

Cut to the third interval of running for twelve minutes, me completely dehydrated, and feeling like I'm about to vomit. I haven't vomited in twenty-one years, and I'm not starting now, so I had to stop running. S kindly asked if he could keep going, and I watched him run on without me. I kept listening to the podcast, hating myself, and trying to start up again. However, each time I started, I felt like the upper part of my stomach was shaking with every step, threatening to work its way out of my throat. Too gross? It was awful. So, I eventually met S at the end of the run, really disappointed in myself, just ready to get on the road. A reminder: S was ill during this run, and he finished. I don't think I'm completely crazy for kicking myself.

There followed an amazing weekend in New York and on the New Jersey shore (I had never heard of Manasquan, but I'm happy to have experienced it), which will be detailed once I upload the pictures.

Today: we got home from New York, filled with an amazing brunch from The Farm, (I split poached eggs + grits and strawberry french toast with my awesome brother in law) one of my favorite brunch places in Ditmas Park/Kenzington, in Brooklyn, and decided to get on the road. I needed to redeem myself from Friday's run. Redemption was going to come by way of FINISHING the run - not by doing it fast. So slow and steady we needed to move - for the sake of my pride and of S's health.

And finish we did! It's such a great feeling; setting a goal and meeting it. Little steps, reminding me that I'm capable of doing more than I think sometimes.

We're 7 days from our 5K. Thrilled and scared. Mostly thrilled.