Last night, right after the third run-through of our teacher dance, one of the other teachers approached me and asked me if I liked running.
Me- "About as much as I can- I've done a few 5Ks to try to stay in cardio shape, but nothing huge. I'm kind of bad at running."
Her- "Oh, you've done 5Ks? Perfect! Want to run one for me?"
Me (in the post-dance happiness of a good run-through)- "Oh sure, no big deal! When?"
Her- "Just the William Irvin 5K next weekend. It's in the evening and no biggy."
Me- "Sweet, let me know the logistics whenever!"
Her- "Awesome! Thank you, I was hoping not to waste my entry!"
It was only after the rehearsal was over and I was home eating a little post-dance ice cream that what I fleetingly agreed to suddenly sunk in.
I'm going to be running a 5K.
During the annual Grandma's Marathon festivities.
Even though I haven't actually gone for a run in... weeks? Probably over a month?