5K

Happily enough, I am running up to 5K again. It takes me a while, but I never professed to be fast, just diligent.

The North Campus gym is generally stocked in the afternoons with older men wearing blaze orange, and ponytailed sorority girls with "Pom Pom" written on their butts (no joke, she was there today). The smell in the room makes my stomach do a funny lurchy thing - half fear and half nausea and half exhileration. I slip unobtrusively to the back, weaving among the rowing machines, and start it up.