Inspired by Moxie and Carmen and DoctorMama, I ran a 5K this morning. I ran it slowly (37:11, to be precise. "Were you last?" my husband asked me. Harrumph. I was not last.), but I ran the whole thing.
The winner finished right in front of me. He lapped me -- we ran two loops around the homecoming parade route and he crossed the finish line just before I finished my first lap. When we all took off and I saw how much faster the other runners were going, I thought about just giving up and running home. I thought about taking a short cut at about 2.25 miles. But I told myself, "Humble is good."
I am not at all sore or tired, which I'll take as a good sign. I think I'll try another one next month. Next time, 36 minutes! Perhaps I'll crack the fourth percentile. A person's got to have goals, you know.
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