Just call me Mary Decker....or was it Zola Budd?? 

 Ha. Whichever one went down like a sack of flour in that infamous race way back in the 80s. Not that I can compare to an elite runner, but I digress.....I was hoping this post would be titled "how it felt running my first 5K" but alas, it was not meant to be. While trying to fight gravity's effects on my 30-something-old body, I instead became a victim of said gravity.  And of my son's size 12 feet. He ran the 5K with me, and got a little too close for comfort. Feet were tangled, Mom(me) tripped and went down, and the rest is history. My first 'race' ending in ignominy. Ah well....I'll never forget it, right? The only thing hurt was my knee (and my pride!)  Since my knee was bleeding quite a lot, and I was hobbling, we were unable to finish the actual race. I am moving around much better today, and actually got out and ran 2 miles, so we will try again next week! Our base sponsors a 5K 'fun run' every Wednesday. (the irony of that name isn't lost on me!) So...we (me and said son a good block behind me!) will try again.