I miss it. From waking up at 4 a.m. on race day to the rush of adrenaline that you experience when the green flag drops; lord do I miss it.
I miss asking my wife for song suggestions for a pulse-thumping playlist two days before the race. I miss the butterflies and anxiety that you experience while lying in bed the night prior to the gun going off. And yes, I even miss the tightness in my left thigh that caught me off guard at the nine-mile mark. This past Saturday marked my half-marathon debut, and I miss every knee-jarring, sweat-producing, calf-burning, runners-high-producing second of it.
This weekend we’re hosting the 
The 5k as a race is not really a new concept. The 5k has been around for ages. It’s just a unit of measurement. A span of about 3.1 miles going from point A to point B. The beauty of #Anywhere5K is that it celebrates running at its very core.