So I ran in my first 5k in two years this morning. I ran in the Race for Pace, which is one of my favorites because it is local (10 minutes from where I live) and Pace School does great things for kids with emotional and behavioral disorders. I initially wanted to finish in under 35 minutes, but once I realized that I ran the race in 28:55 two years ago, I decided I had to do better than 35. Even though back then I ran, swam and did Zumba weekly, and I was two years younger, I refused to settle for something six minutes slower. For the love of FloJo, I am not that old and out of shape. So I set a new goal of 33 minutes, though I was really, really hoping to do it in 31 minutes. Ladies and gentlemen: This Supergirl finished in 29:21. And, best of all, I got first page in my age group, 40-44 (or 40 and Fabulous, as I like to call it). It turns out there were only three people in my age group, but I was still first! (If I had finished third, I would have been pretty bummed)...
The various, and usually long-winded, thoughts that swim around my head.