KARMA IS A 5K

Running has allowed me to make many dreams come true. Take the one where I'm in the bathroom and I miss the starting horn and have to chase every single person:  I can now cut it off the ambitions list and paste  onto the realities list. Having woken up with a cold, I knew I'd have to either take it easy or work thrice as hard as everyone else. Well! Make that 6 times as hard!

Despite having arrived one hour before the start of the race, I spent the first mile and a half hauling major tail just to pass, well, the bbbb...the bbbACK-OF-THE-PACKERS!

In the end, I added three minutes to my average time, four minutes off my PR and weeks of embarrassment to my calendar! All I could think of was:  a.) my husband saying to himself, "ha! wanna nag me about wet towels on the floor? let's see if you can nag your way past EVERYONE! and b.) the doctor I saw last week, after falling/hitting my head, telling me as he held my face in his hands, "NO. RUNNING. OUTSIDE. FOR TWO WEEKS."

Coincidence? Well then, coincidence is a bitch. Karma is a 5K. And I will see them both at the next rang...with quadruple-laced tennies!