on Jan 28th, 2006
pride, prejudice, and punishment
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.
