Monday, May 16, 2011


My first official 5k race time.  I've kept up with it, have run that distance more then once, actually.  But the first race is definitely something I will never forget.  My sister C. and good friend J. ran with me.  (They are "real" runners.  I still feel like a bit of a pretender. Which I know I'm not really - but J. has run the NYC marathon for heaven's sake and C. has finished a triathlon and is training for a half marathon. You get the idea.) 

They stayed with me and my slow pace though, even if they were chatting the entire time! Even up a damn hill that left me huffing and puffing.  But we finished strong, and together.  Even though the race results had C. finishing two minutes behind me. HA!

My first race number.  I thought it was a good one.  Thirty-one was a good year.

I plan to have another one in June, and hopefully just keep adding to the pile.


msprimadonna67 said...

Wow--I'm totally impressed! I think about running sometimes, but thinking about it doesn't really get the job done, you know? But you--you did it! Way to go: )

Anonymous said...

Way to go, 31! And keep it up. What an accomplishment!

Laggin said...

I admire runners. I will never be one.

AC said...


for a different kind of girl said...

Tonight, I was, well, let's say I was somewhere where the air conditioner was on and the surroundings were serene, and I glanced out the window and noticed a man loping up a slight hill, clearly not happy to be running, and I said, "It seems like no one seems very happy to be running."

Then I come here and see what you did and dang, girl! GOOD FOR YOU!! I think THIS must be what people think of when they take that first attempt at running. What a sense of accomplishment!

Captain Dumbass said...

Woot! Good for you! I miss running. I used to do it a lot until I found out I had wiggly hips and needed to stop. : (