a glutton for punishment

I was sitting on the couch last night reading the schedual for the county fair and right there in front of me was the advertisment for a 5k race. It's even free if you register before hand. I sat there frozen. I didn't know they had a 5k for the fair. B looked over and says "you aught to do that." I'm like, are you kidding? Just sitting there, looking at it makes my heart start to race. My breathing speeds up, my blood pressure rises! This is something I DO want to do but it scares me to death because in July, I almost finished last and that was embarrassing. Plus I have been only going a mile at a time while I try to get my foot better, which it is better but 3 MILES!!! I don'tknow if I can do it!

I called my running friends who are now running almost 5 miles at a time to tell them about it and see if they want to do it. OF COURSE they do so we will all do it together except for the fact that they will be leaving me in their dust within the first 5 seconds. I know I can do this I just want to do it well. I hate feeling like a cow crawling over the finish line at the end. I will do a trial run this morning of a 1 1/2 miles to see how I do and if I can go a little faster. I am so excited! Yet soooooo nervous. I wish B would run with me but he won't. Surprise, surprise.