Completed my first 5k last night. Was very excited to do that. Note that I didn't start to exercise ever until January. I got in the back, where there were mostly walkers and strollers. I figured I'd start slow. I knew I could jog most of it easy as hard as I've been pushing myself.

Then, I thought I heard my name. No, couldn't be, maybe though. Started looking around. Heard it again. Looked straight ahead again, because I was sure it was yet again coming from there. Oldest stepson, his wife, and the munchkins!

Weaved my way over and found out they have been doing this for over 5 years. Awesome! I had race buddies. My loneliness for the race wasn't going to happen.

After about 15 minutes, my granddaughter and I left those slow pokes behind and started running as fast as her 3 foot tall body allowed! We ran and walked and she told me all about everything. We would pour it on for a while, because we were "fast pokes" then slow down when she started breathing too fast.

We finished the race at a full run, for her and me! They took pictures of everyone crossing the line. I can't wait to find that pic of her in her witch's costume and me just dressed as me. Sure, 55 minutes and change to finish is very slow, but I only wish we'd had 10 miles more. The best night I've had in a very very long time.

I post this under bipolar topics because I found this to be an awesome mood boost and because this is where I lurk the most. I thought people here might celebrate with me, and know that great things can happen, when we seek out something new and try by ourselves anyway.