I signed up for a half-marathon and it is just a few weeks away. I haven't been training like I thought I would, but now that both boys are in school, I'm pushing myself (and a stroller) out the door most mornings. Or at least I did this week. Pushing a stroller is the pits, but I tell myself I can subtract 2-3 minutes from my time, right? Right?
I also ran a 5k on Saturday. I hadn't trained for that either. I wasn't racing it, just happy to do it for a good cause. I ended up finishing first in my age group with a time of 26:10. The boys jumped in a "'flator house" and ate their weight in sugar cookies, grapes, and post race food.
Corey tried to get some photos, but I wasn't sure where he was so I got trapped in the middle on a few.
|I stayed behind the girl in pink for most of the race and passed her at the turnaround. Then it was back and forth until we came in the parking lot. It was uphill and I was gassed, but apparently she still had something left.|
Near the end, a couple of women passed me and I was ready to watch them fly all the way to the finish line, but somehow I dug deep and passed them. After the race one of them told me she was trying to stay with me and I said I was trying to stay with the girl in pink, then she said she was trying to stay with me, too. Aaaagh so close!