Why did I agree to run a 5k? I don’t run.
I’ve just returned from buying a pair of running shoes. I told my nephew that I would run a 5k with him. What was I thinking? Sure, I didn’t tell him when I’d run it, but it still obligates me to at least start the process. Right now I can run about half a block.
Biking? Sure, I’ll go miles. But running? I shudder.
And yet, he is my nephew and I adore him and I’m pleased that he wants me to do this with him. It’s just… 5k. Running.
Maybe I should tell him that I’ll run it if I become a NY Times Bestselling author? If it happened, that would at least be a win-win situation, or adequate compensation for the PAIN. Again, I ask, what was I thinking?