Guess what I found out last night? The 5K I ran on Sunday was 3.3 miles instead of 3.1. So - my time would have been even BETTER. How cool is that? Also, we ran hills last night. I do not like those hills. Not yet. And my right knee locked up at 33 minutes. Hrmph. It was humid out, though. It was raining last time that happened. My body apparently doesn't like the dampness. That, and our trainer told me that I needed to strengthen my quads. How do you do that? I'll google it today, but any suggestions from the peanut gallery would be welcome. All day yesterday, I was contemplating whether or not I thought I felt confident enough to go out on the trails by myself. Runner's Club hasn't started up again yet. I'm not worried about my personal safety. I'm more worried about the whole knees thing and what would happen if I really got stuck. But the desire to run was winning. The trails are always hopping with people - bikes, inline skaters, runners, walkers - some kind soul would help. I hope? So at 2 p.m. when our trainer sent out an email stating that she was running that evening and would we like to come, I instantly responded that I'd be there. Ecstatic! Seriously. Who is this woman inside my body who likes to run? I do not recognize her yet. I hope to get to know her better. I think I like her.