I ran. With earbuds falling out of my ear, keys on my neck strap jiggling to their own beat, arm band slipping down my arm, I ran. When one ear bud completely fell out, the arm band slipped down and I had to strap it to my skinny wrist, I ran. Probably looking a hot mess trying to run while holding one earbud in with one hand and grasping my keys and the other dangling earbud in the other, I ran. And just after I passed a seemingly super fit guy jogging to a steady beat and I was entering into my last 5-minute run, a little girl probably no older than 3 years old looked at me approaching her as she sat on her tricycle. As I got closer, I waved, she smiled, then turned her tricycle around and began to peddle ahead of me. It was as if she was helping me to push through that last leg in the race. All of this awkward Day 2 was worth it. "And a little child shall lead them."
|Week 4, Day 2|
p.s. In spite of all of this, I was able to surpass my average running time by 0.01 miles. Just imagine if that stuff hadn't of happened. Looking forward to Day 3's results. :-)