I used to run a lot. I mean like a lot.... like six half marathons and a full marathon in one year. I know, not very smart and of course my knee got injured and I had to force myself to rest. That rest took 3 years for me to start running again. My friend posted on Facebook that one of their teammate had dropped out of their team relay. At first, I was very hesitant to say "me!" because I haven't trained for long runs in a long time, but I thought I can totally run the shortest leg right? So I said yes without asking which leg first. Of course when my friend wrote me back to welcome me and yadi... yada... told me that I'll be running the longest leg. I won't lie, I was very nervous because I didn't have much time to train (not to mention kids baseball season take up all my afternoon, then homework, dinner, bed time...) but went for it. I'm so glad I did because my confidence is back and I can't wait for my next race! Thank you lush butterflies!

Best part after the long run ;-)

Only in Oakland :-)