testMonkey realm

Never followed up on the whole “I find myself running a 5k” thing, did I? Well, I survived, so all you hounds jockeying for my stuff: fugetaboutit!

The image above breaks it down for you, though. Let’s use some common adjectives to tell the story, shall we? By the numbers:

1) Pre-race: smiling, happy, excited. Naive.
2) During the race: nauseous, hypoxic. Becoming suspicious.
3) Post-race: pain, winded, gasping. Very jaded.

After fixing a clerical error that had me winning the half-marathon with a 3:29 average mile (call Nike!), it turns out my final time was 33:09, I ranked in the middle of the pack, and the grandmother I felt very smug about passing 5 minutes into the race smoked my tookus by close to 5 minutes (ah, life’s little ironies).

What’s next, you ask? Did I not mention that I’m signed up for the St. George Triathlon in May?

Turns out I’m quite the glutton.

The Adobe-sponsored Travel Abroad Program tour continues, this time with the wife getting in on the act.

Est-ce que n’importe qui parle français?

The Adobe-sponsored Travel Abroad Program has kindly decided to sponsor my ambitions to travel more. As proof of my first journey, I provide the following photograph:

Perhaps a tripod and self-timer are in order.

I find myself suddenly running a 5K on Saturday morning. How did that happen? It’s a sponsored event with t-shirts, race fees –the whole nine.

Think about it: I’m paying to run 3.1 miles. In the cold. When I could be sleeping.

Someone tell me why.