Not only did we complete the 5k Saturday morning (with minimal whining from yours truly), but we did really well and it was actually….fun. We sped walked most of the way, jogged every now and then, and even ran occasionally. In fact, we’re signing up for more 5k’s in the near future! I know. You’re probably as shocked as I was. But it really felt great and we had a blast! This particular 5k benefited the Catholic school of the parish we attend and also helped the school’s 8th graders fund a special computer for a blind man who ran the race. The weather was beautiful – cool, in the low 40s and sunny. The route snaked through some neighborhoods in our township and was well-marked with cones and police officers at every turn. Families gathered on the sidewalks along the quiet streets with small cups of water for the runners, upbeat music pounding through stereos, kids cheering with pom poms and shouting encouragements, and a couple of teenagers in a band played live rock music in front of their house (at 9 a.m. – much to the grave dismay of their snoozing neighbors, I’m sure) for the race participants as they passed by. There were drawings for free running shoes, free bananas, water, orange juice, coffee, bags of taffy from French Chew, fresh cooked hot dogs, and goody bags full of treats and coupons. Each participant was outfitted with a number pinned to their clothing and a tracking chip fastened to their shoelaces to track their safety, pace, and ranking.
So, here’s the good stuff:
Ted finished 1st in his age division, 5th overall for male walkers, with a time of 40:34, and a pace of 13:04 per mile. He totally got a medal! :-) Not bad for one month out of knee surgery, eh? If he weren’t having to slow his pace to drag me along behind him, he could have done even better – and probably ran the whole way.
I finished 5th in my age division, 11th overall for female walkers, with a time of 40:41, and a pace of 13:06 per mile. I’m just proud I didn’t pansy out and collapse after mile marker 2, kept my bitching to a near nonexistent level, actually ran part of the time, and am excited to sign up for future 5k’s. Baby steps, people.
Upon our arrival home I made us a full English breakfast, just like the kind the house mother at the B&B we stayed at for a week-and-a-half in Stratford-Upon-Avon, England during the Shakespeare study abroad intensive made for us every morning. I loved the breakfast she made – it was cooked perfectly, and so delicious and filling! I am still a firm believer that America should adopt tea time in the afternoons. Tea time made my soul happy. We had scrambled eggs, Polish sausage or bacon, baked beans, sauteed mushrooms, grilled tomato, a warm buttery croissant, fruit, juice and tea every day. For as much as I prefer pretty much any other county’s cuisine to England’s edible fare, I do love their breakfasts, Indian food, and, of course, the legit fish and chips. Tasty! The English breakfast I made totally paled in comparison to the real deal, but when desperate, a “close enough” imitation will do.
Very nice post.
Were we supposed to notice that the picture of you and Ted (just before the pictures of the fireworks) was supposed to be a reversal of the signature picture of this blog?
Just wondering…