Participating in my first 5K today was the actual worst. I had to be active, which is the complete opposite of what I wanted to do tonight. My bed was calling my name all day and I couldn’t wait until I could change into comfy clothes and spend the afternoon and night binge-watching "Grey’s Anatomy, " watching Meredith be stupid and not be with McDreamy, but instead, I was out with 17,000 of my closet friends, wearing matching shirts with a large majority of them.

Standing out there next to Lake Eola in the city beautiful was absolute torture. Watching the majestic swans swim around and around the lake was the absolute worst thing to witness. And the lady in her beautiful wedding gown taking pictures by the lake? Ridiculous. Who would ever want to be exposed to that? When it was time to line up for the start of the race, we were all packed together and I felt like they were herding cattle. The atmosphere was full of energy and excitement, everyone ready to start the 5K and it sucked. I mean, really, why would anyone subject themselves to this? Being surrounded by all the positive energy? Gross. It made me want to be there even less because I did not want to be positive and ready to go. I wanted to lay in bed and scroll through Twitter and Instagram and see what everyone else was doing. I did not want to be there, actually doing something and being active.

As soon as it was our time to get started, I was done. I mean, I had to be active and run/walk 3.2 miles around a part of Orlando I had never really gotten to see. So not only was I being active and being filled with the infectious positive energy, I was experiencing new things. Really, who likes to experience new things? Certainly not me. I absolutely despise stepping out of my comfort zone and getting to try new things. Duh, it’s a comfort zone for a reason.

The crowd starts to move as a whole, the energy levels rising as we approached the starting line. I couldn’t stand it. I was ready for this all to be over. It was such a beautiful evening, which made everyone all the more excited to get going. With the whole atmosphere of the event, I felt like I was going to barf. With the starting line in sight, everyone starts bouncing around, getting their blood pumping, anxious to finally take off. Everyone is off as soon as we cross that starting line. People are on either side of the gates, cheering us all on. More positivity -- gross. The music was loud and exciting, and we passed people sitting outside on their lawns, further adding to the excitement and positive vibes. Gross.

If you ever get the chance to experience a 5K, I hope you understand the pain I felt. Who really wants to be so pumped and filled with excitement? Who wants to feel amazing about themselves after being active for 3.2 miles? Who would even consider subjecting themselves to that kind of torturous experience once, or even twice? It is honestly the worst.