Wish I could say Ive been busy channeling Forrest Gump and running across the country and growing a beard. In reality, all Ive done is grow the beard. Sucks to get old. But thats a story for another day..
As you can see, I stopped jogging and stopped blogging. I still find jogging vile, but after my feeble attempts were crippled by a jogging stroller with 80 pounds of kids strapped in, I got to sit and eat all winter and now have a renewed interest. Its like some perverse fascination I have. I want to be a runner. But I hate running. What the hell is that?
I was so interested in fact that I grabbed a friend and we signed up for a 5k. I knew not to have high expectations and I knew this was going to be a 5k walk, but I think I felt like if I was hanging around all the runners that maybe it would rub off on me. So we walked.
Fast I thought too. Even jogged a bit. Ok, like an itty bitty bit. But still. We were not the last people to cross the finish line either.
And for half a second we were actually kind of proud of the 56 minute time we got. (Technically it was 54 minutes. The walkers are at the very end of the pack at the start of the race and it took us 2 minutes to get to the dang starting line. So TWO MINUTES DONT COUNT DAMMIT!)
Where was I?...oh yes, we were proud. We finished our first 5k. In under an hour. Then I got home and logged on to see the race results.
Um. There were 1025 people total who raced. I think we came in at 750, and 751. And in our age group, I think we were 70 and 71 out of 78.
Doh!
Alright.
We got trampled. We arent done though.
Like the beaten puppy who still comes back with its tail wagging, we are signing up for another in 6 weeks. This time though, perhaps a little training is in order.
I have downloaded the Couch to 5k onto my MP3 player and Im off!
Lets see what happens shall we?
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