Those Dastardly 5k's...

Part of my new training program has me set to run a bunch of 5k's in the upcoming months, including one tomorrow morning. 5k's can sound so harmless and seem like no big deal (relative to longer races and tri's), but really??
I'm currently cringing at the idea of getting out there tomorrow and (attempting to) run HARD for 3.1 miles. Oy!
I mean there's not much tempo-ing, settling in, or saving your energy til the end strategy involved here. With a 5k, it's just about warming up, then hitting 'GO!' on your mental meter at the starting line. 
While I did okay at my first 5k this summer, it was a VERY small race, in a VERY small town. I know I'm whining right now, but that last .1 mile is gonna feel like a doozy! 


And I know I'm bringing all this 'pain' upon myself...;)


So really, I also know this:

Tomorrow morning I get to wake up and drive to the city with a fellow running buddy, sans kids, and sans responsibilites, to embrace a small,unassuming, race venue on Fisherman's Wharf. I get to run my heart out and feel good knowing I'll be driving back home across the Golden Gate Bridge with a sugar coffee in hand before I know it.


So just stop whining Anne Marie and do it;)