Today, I'm running a 5k. It's the exact same 5k event that I ran ages ago, right before I became pregnant with Little Miss C. Every year since then, I've berated myself for not running it again. Not this time! Granted, I have no grand illusions about the race. I've been training for distance, not speed, and I've never been a fast runner anyway. But I'm excited to get out and run with a crowd. After months of training on my own, the marathon still seems too far away, so I'm eager to get out there and feel like a competitor and athlete. Wish me luck!