As you all know, the Husband has turned into a runner. He ran his second 5K today and has another on Saturday. He also has turned me into a runner. I do admit I’ve been running with him for months but up until today, I would never have classified myself as a runner. Today, I can no longer make that claim.

Today, I ran a 5K.

And survived.

I ran all but 10 steps of the race and finished the race at 35:08. I placed 70-something overall and received the second-place trophy in my division (out of two). The Husband? He ran the race in 22:39, placed 23 overall but did not place in his division which included 18-year-old track stars. He did amazing, but I have a trophy!