Turkey Trek

So, my crazy, marathon running sister talked me into this little Thanksgiving Day Turkey Trot. "It's so much fun," she says. I figure a little 5k never killed anybody, so hey, why not. After all, it may help me feel better about the three- that's right, three- turkey dinners I'm obligated to eat. Well, to be honest, my mom would let me out of hers, but that's my favorite. My favorite people, my favorite foods, my favorite memories, but I digress. Back to this 5k.

So, I'm all into the idea, thinking that I can get my way out of shape rear into running mode in just two and a half weeks. I'm ready to go punish myself for the trial run when I get the friendly memo that it's not a 5k, but a 5 MILE run.

That may not seem like a lot of difference to the girl who is about to run twenty some miles, but that two extra miles is way more than I can wrap my head around. So far, I have gotten down my road, .5 miles at a slow plod. All together yesterday I probably ran a mile and walked a mile, but I never ran for more than a half mile at a time. Today was a repeat performance. I am going to have to pretend that someone is after my neck with an ax to accomplish even running through half this race. I guess I can't call it a race if my goal is not to die. I think I'm going to register as Anne Boleyn for extra motivation. Do you think anyone will notice? No that won't work. We all know the ax DID catch up with her...

Any motivation for me people? I need help!!