I did a 5k!

I know it's a little late to the game on this one, but on Thanksgiving, I, Kaitie Ryan, the laziest human being known to man, ran a 5k. I know that sounds like a really anticlimactic statement, but I did it. And I'm so damn proud of myself. Running in a race was awesome. This race happened to be absolutely cold and late to start, but it was unbelievable. I ran it with my friend and her boyfriend was holding the world's greatest motivational sign and it was so incredible. The adrenaline from the cold, the crowd, the fellow runners and literally every single aspect of the day was so inspiring. Addicting, even. I cannot wait to run another one. I am going to run another one. Once I get my kidneys to get themselves together, I am getting back out there. 10k time, baby.
Our first mile was a little slow due to the high volume of people (there was close to 1000 runners), but we finished right in the middle of the pack with a time of about 32 minutes. I was so excited to complete it, I wasn't even concerned with how fast I was running. I literally blinked, looked up and saw my friend who was two paces in front of me mouthing for me to sprint the final leg. I sprinted, flew past my parents cheering me on, saw my friend's boyfriend, crossed the finish line, and was filled with pure joy.
A 5k is so doable for anyone. Dogs were running 5k's. However, the personal level of achievement I found in running 3 miles with 1000 strangers was something so worth trying for. Not only that, I was on cloud 9 so much that day, that my uncle convinced me to, in addition for the half marathon, go for a sprint triathlon next fall. Good God. I can't wait.

Here I am looking REAL ratchet on the right at 7:45am freezing my peanuts off by the starting line