I woke up sore this morning. But it's a good sore, you know... a "I ran a 5K yesterday and am pretty dern proud of myself" kind of sore. That's right, I actually participated in an event where I had to pay to run 3.1 miles along with a bunch of other people. Claire (being a veteran with 5 races under her belt, 3 of them 5Ks) and I ran together. She beat me, of course, but only by a little because she was sickly. What a trooper!
Did I love it and want to do it again? Kind of. It was a very weird feeling. Watch out Running World... here I come!