Stop when you get to December 19. Saturday. The day of the Santa Runs 5K that Jack and I ran in. Well, I ran and walked. He ran. Our times prove the difference in our strategies. Brad Carlson also joined us. He ran too, but he ran fast.
Noticeably absent is Leanne, Brad's wife. She couldn't run because her foot was still recovering from a stress fracture and a sick daughter needed her home that morning. Maybe next time she can join us, either running or for moral support!
Me and Jack, moments before the horn to start. The race was in the same place as the St. Patty's race we did last March, along the Tacoma waterfront. It's actually quite an industrial type of area, hence, the trains you see in the background.
Moments into the race. Yes, I stopped to take this picture. I have no pride in my race time.
I stopped again to take a picture of the 1/2 way turn-around. It's fun when the race-worker people cheer you on and tell you that you're half way done. This is the point in the race where my brain starts wondering why in the world I thought running a 5K would be a good idea. I am tired and bored and the only reason I keep running is simple: to get to the end.
Brad finished 10th in his age category! 26:39.8
Jack finished at 31:41.9
I huffed across the finish line at 38:23.1
Look at these two fine athletes! It's hard to know who looks better in their Santa hat.
After re-hydrating and walking what seemed like another 5K to our parked car, we went where any respectable athlete goes after a major event.....
here it comes.....
keep going.....
wait for it....
NOW!
here it comes.....
keep going.....
wait for it....
NOW!
KrispyKreme. We had to carb up. Some people say you should load on carbs before a race, but I'm thinking that it doesn't really matter.
Look at the CUTE donuts they had for Christmas time! Snowman donuts.
Who knew a donut could be so cute? I will run a race again if I get such a great treat at the end.