Guess which one I started with?
I did my very first 5K ever this morning. It was miserably cold at the beginning (and standing around at the end waiting for the awards ceremony), but it wasn't too bad once we got going. I wasn't last, even though my time wasn't great (46:09). We walked a lot of the time, but I ran a lot more than I THOUGHT I could. I might have been able to run more if I hadn't been so busy talking.
That's me with my friend Sara, her sister Rachel, and Rachel's boyfriend Darren. Oh, and all my chins. Darren finished third in his age group with a time of 19:50. Butthead. I told him, "That's not a time, that was a YEAR. And it was a year way before I was even born!" Being the friend she is, Sara allowed me to cross the finish line in front of her. And she was smart enough to note our finish times on the big digital clock we ran under, because I was too ignorant to realize I was suppose to make note of it.
Sara and I are planning another 5K next month. I'm not likely to become a "runner," but I had a blast today. And as long as exercise is fun, that's a bonus! (That's probably the endorphins speaking. Some OTHER -phins will be speaking tomorrow morning, since I followed the 5K with a 29-mile bike ride.)
Because I'm a numbers weirdo, our bib numbers are bothering me. I'm wondering if they were assigned alphabetically. That would make way more sense than registration order, because Rachel and Sara didn't even know the other one had signed up for the race. It would be just too ironic if they still wound up with consecutive numbers. This is the kind of thing that keeps me awake at night.