never run w/o socks

When this tomato face crossed the finish line, the clock marked 39 minutes. Pathetic, I know.
And this is how I looked at the end. By the time I finished the 5K I was dragging my feet because of the blisters. Walking didn't help either.
It was a night run, same location as my first, by the waterfront, but the course was a bit different. This time, we went under the bridge.

I felt bad showing up with no training done but would have felt worse not showing up at all.

Trust me, if I can do it, everybody can.