So it is written. The first 5K is out of the way.
Hey, that rhymes.
I had hoped to run it in under 40 minutes. I mean, some people can walk faster than that, right?
But I blame it on the sea of strollers and dogs in the back-of-the-pack place where I was hiding waiting. My final time? 40:43.
Here I am before the race:
(Note to self: jogging bra shows VERY much through those sweat-wicking shirts. Good lesson for next time)
And here I am afterwards with my daughter. Who by the way ran 5 miles in almost as much time as I ran 3.1. But whatever.
I actually had way more fun than I thought I would. The first mile was a killer. All uphill. But after that I started to enjoy myself. When I rounded the last corner and this song came on my iPod, I was sure I could conquer the world.
Or at least finish the race. Upright.
Next up, a 5K in under 39 minutes. What are the chances?
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