5K

My friend Katherine called me to make sure we were still on for our drive to New Hampshire to get our hair cut.  I assured her we were.  She said, “Good luck on your 5K race tomorrow.”

“Walk, 5K walk.”  I corrected her.

Running a 5K goes into the same column as eating all my weekly allotment of vegetables from the CSA.  The column’s title – “Highly Unlikely.  But, yes, I realize it would be good for me.”

If Marcy makes me run she will also move into a different column.  The column of “House’s to be Egged.”