I’m regretting it already. For the small amount I’ll raise even if I complete this fun run, I could just go home and pay it myself. I thought doing this, dressing the same as 499 other people would make me feel as though I belonged, part of a team. I was expecting a friendly Christmassy atmosphere. But I’ve never felt more alone. They all seem to know each other. They’re members of the same running clubs. I’m the outsider. I shuffle my feet and look at the floor, trying not to catch anyone’s eye. Half an hour to race time.
This post is part of the 100 word challenge over at Julia’s Place.