I ran my first 5k this weekend in Atlanta.  I almost can't believe that I actually did it.  It definitely seems surreal that 7 week ago I was running 1 minute intervals because that is all I can do, and on Sunday I ran (most of) a 5k.  I wore a watch and completed the race in a little over 36 minutes.  That is less than a 12 minute mile... which, for most isn't impressive... but for ME, considering I walked much of the uphills... I just am thrilled.  I ran by myself, which wasn't really the plan, but it was nice.  My adrenaline was still pumping and I got to do a lot of thinking about the things that bother me... weight, male companions, work.  After the race I thought "well, I'm already sweaty and tired, so I might as well go to the gym and do weights."  I worked my legs to death, and did a little bit of chest.  On Sunday I took a yoga class, and had a 20 minute walk in my neighborhood.  I'm feeling exhausted this morning and not looking forward to work... but oh well.