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RAAEG: All Signed Up

Welp, it's official.  I'm signed up for my first and second official 5k races! 

The first is called the Hustle for Hunger 5k and it will be on Sunday, September 15th at 4pm.  There isn't a reason in particular that I picked this specific race other than
A) It was cheaper than some others I looked at (like the Color Me Rad 5k) and B) The proceeds go to good causes (google them if you want to know more).


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A Hope Center Pregnancy & Relationship Resources Logo

The second race (and the one I'm most excited for) is A Hope Center's 5k race - Strides of Hope. This one will be almost a week later, on September 21 at 8:30 a.m. (I know.  I'm not sure how I'll get myself out of bed to go running at such a horridly early hour on a Saturday morning either, but there is a pancake breakfast afterword so that should help.)
The organization benefiting from this 5k provides free Pregnancy and Relationship resources to anyone who needs them.  This 5k is one of two big fundraisers they have each year and I'm really excited about participating in the support of this good cause.  I have a fundraising page with the race here, so if you feel so inclined to either donate or help me out by sharing the page on your website or social media outlet, please do.

If you've read some of my other posts about running around and eating good, I talked about wanting to run a 5k last year and how that fell through.  This year, I don't want to let that happen again.  Having a solid date in mind to be training toward has been really helpful in getting me up and moving, and I'm glad for these little attainable 5k goals (which is 3.1 miles, fyi.  See? very attainable).

Ahh! I'm getting so excited about having a number bib and being in an official race!
GO TEAM USA YEAH!

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