This was a pretty big event. It was Mrs. Fitness Geek’s first 5K. See, she has arthritis at the ripe old age of 28. It sucks. But she wanted to walk the 5K and I was proud of her just signing up.
We arrived and the temperature was 18 degrees, meaning everyone out there was doing the “It’s freaking cold!” dance trying to keep warm. We had picked our goals before arriving: Mine was a 24:30 (I thought 25 might be better since the cold was so intense, but stayed with 24:30) and Mrs. Fitness Geek picked 54 minutes.

At the start I took off and spent the first tenth of a mile dodging those who had no reason to be so close to the front. We took the first turn and the cold really hit me. My face hurt. My hands hurt. The gloves, to paraphrase Radiactive Man, did nothing.
I actually passed a teenager on the ground crying who had someone trying to give him gloves.
The first mile went by in 7:40, and I suddenly started to really feel the cold even more. My hands ached worse, my feet started complaining and I felt myself start to slow. I managed to hold a slower pace and gave a push at the second mile mark.
15:40.
Not bad for two miles, but not great either. We rounded a long bend and out of nowhere my body suddenly felt warmer. My hands got theirfeeling back, along with my feet. I pushed up the course’s one lone, long hill and started picking up speed. I sprinted hard into the final turn and passed a number of runners and zipped across the finish line.
23:36.
I wanted to be happy, but I had things to do. I filled out the finishing form, turned around and headed backward on the course to find my wife. I knew she would be cold and was worried she wouldn’t be having fun, or worse, in pain.
I found her at the two mile mark. Her smile radiated and I felt warmer just falling in step beside her. She was doing well, keeping up a good pace. She jogged a bit at the 2.25 mark and I could see in her eyes how much fun she was having on the course.
I pointed out the finish and she asked me if I wanted to run. I said yes and we started up a jog again, passing a few more racers. We started toward the finish and she started to hurt. But she kept on. She crossed the finish and I don’t think I could have been more proud.
49:55.
There’s not much more to say. She with the hurt knees and aversion to getting up early had walked AND RUN her first 5K.

To celebrate we hit up Waffle House for some warm, greasy food. I dare anyone to come up with a better breakfast food than hashbrowns smothered and covered.
We’ll be doing another 5K together in the future, I’m sure. Mrs. Fitness Geek may never be able to run an entire race or even half of one, but she did what all of us never-going-to-win runners did: she put her toes on the starting line, decided she was going to finish and then did just that.
Oh, and she did it looking cute too. Something I’ve yet to accomplish. Maybe next race.