Thursday morning panic mode

Sarah called me at 2pm asking if I wanted to grab coffee, and somehow forty minutes later we’re both registered for the Turkey Trot 5K on Thursday morning.

Thursday morning panic mode

I’m not even sure how it happened - we were walking past the registration table on our way to the library when Sarah stopped and said “We should totally do this.” My brain immediately started listing seventeen reasons why this was insane (haven’t trained for a 5K in months, supposed to help prep Thanksgiving dinner, it’s going to be freezing at 8am), but instead I heard myself saying “Let’s do it.”

The woman at the registration table looked way too cheerful for someone asking us to voluntarily torture ourselves before turkey and stuffing.

Already planning our ‘strategy’ for Thursday morning.

Sarah’s already texting her running group about meeting up beforehand, and I’m trying to remember where I put my good running shoes. Carmen’s going to think I’ve lost my mind when I tell her I signed up for a race with three days notice.

I guess this is what growth looks like - saying yes to things that scare you a little bit. Or maybe it’s what Thursday morning regret looks like. We’ll find out in about sixty hours.