I ran a 5k on Saturday - I didn't walk it, and I sprinted the end. I've never run a race before. I was completely surprised when I was tempted to try it. Lara spoke of how fun a race was, and traditionally my thought about running has been something akin to, "running is for people who are being chased." For some reason, though, I was tempted.
Despite the fact that I've been busier this winter than normal, which is saying something, I completed a "couch to 5k" program that had me running three times a week, first 90 seconds at a time and then more until I ran outside last week. I really like it? I mean, I really like it!
I still have an issue of getting going. It's hard to get myself to get out there and run, but I'm always so happy I did. I'm a little afraid that without a goal (read, "race") I won't be able to keep going, even though I know it's best for me to do it. I'll sign up for a 10k in June in hopes that that keeps me going (note that this week I haven't been out at all - ugh - training for the 10k starts April 15. Sure, I'm not feeling well and my hubby's working late, but could I find a way to make it work? Sure...).
However, I ran my first 5k! I had a real number and results and everything! Good start.