On Sunday I ran my first ever 5K as an adult. I'd done a couple as a kid, but I'm not sure they really count ... mostly because I remember my dad having to come around with me, telling me I couldn't stop half way around.
This is the only snap I managed to get of me pre-race (no one wants to see the post-race sweaty mess). At this point I finally started to get a little nervous. I was about to run this thing on my own, and seeing everyone else lining up in pairs or groups at the start line was a little unsettling.
