Bronchitis, check. No training, check. Finished a 5k, check! I've dedicated enough blog space to being sick with bronchitis so I'll not post about the mofo again! But because of it I wasn't really sure I was going to run the 5k I had signed up for way back in June. I ran it last year with my sisters and had so much fun. This year it was just me and I was coughing, congested and hadn't been hitting the training like I should have. I was absolutely unprepared and being sick had kept me from the gym also. The day before the race I picked up my racing packet and was still not sure if I would actually do it. I slept horribly, clocking in at 4 hours of sleep but got up and drank my coffee and looked at the race map. Was I really about to run 3 miles with bronchitis? Yes. I just found myself there at the racegrounds, milling around the hundreds of kids who had been bussed in to run the Fun Run that started before the 5k. I told myself to go easy on myself and jus...