First thing’s first, I wasn’t last. My race partner, C took one for our team and let me have the glory of not coming in last. Things could have gone better. We arrived late, we ended up parking further away than we thought and started the race 13 minutes late, but couldn’t check in with our trackers because they already set it to record finishing times. Um, who finishes a 5K in less than 15 minutes? (If it’s possible, please don’t tell me). So that was very disappointing. It is much harder to run for real than to run on a treadmill. C told me I could go ahead and to not let me hold her up. But I couldn’t because, despite the rough patch we hit, we were and will always be friends and friends don’t leave friends to suffer through a 5K alone. During the second half I was getting antsy and started to push her a little more to run and she did, but her hip started to bother her and I am not returning anyone’s finance broken, so we took an easy, but she pushed herself and we made it by the hour mark (minus 13 minutes) I’ve come to accept my time to be 47 minutes and her 47.5.
I’m glad we had that time together, would have loved for A to join us, but there was something with her registration and I don’t think she really wanted to do it. It involved running and waking up early on a Saturday. And I’m ok with that, I think she just didn’t want to be left out of the bonding because you do bond, even if it’s a walk and talk with a friend.
When the race was over (when we finished) there was a ceremony with a raffle and bananas and water and Subway sandwiches. I was slightly surprised how I dropped my turkey sandwich when I found out they had veggie. Could I be gearing up for a life as a vegetarian? No, I like steak too much for that. We ate our food and decided to walk to the WWII memorial since we were downtown and how often do we get to do this?
It was a lovely memorial and that’s when I realized I had no camera and my blog entry would suck a bit, so for that I’m sorry. My eating could have been better; I did not really keep track of the eating.
I’ve also already found my next 5K; it’s on Thanksgiving up the street from my house! What was really funny about this day was that I was going to try to make it to a kickboxing class after and be really bad ass and to see if I could do it. Well, my badass feel alseep hard after i ate and was done with the outside and ready to make nice with my icy hot.