THAT WAS SO COOL.

So I ran a 5K this morning, and it was fucking awesome. I don’t know what my exact time was, as we left pretty much immediately after I snarfed up a bottle of water and a banana and they don’t have the results posted yet, but I’m fairly sure I finished under 40 minutes, which was goal #3. Goals #1 and #2 were “finish” and “not finish dead-ass last,” respectively, and there were plenty of blue bibs cruising along behind me so hey.

Also, for future reference: a tenth of a mile is a lot shorter than I thought. I passed the 3-mile marker, went “okay here we go time to start kicking for the finish line and–o shits what are the chip mats doing all the way back here? …oh lol n/m”

…I got up very early and it’s possible that I was not entirely coherent at that point, okay

Anyway, it is done, I lived, it was actually not bad at all, the volunteers were wonderful, the spectators were wonderful, the other runners were wonderful, and there was a guy dressed up as a knight riding a flamingo ahead of me.

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Addendum to previous post:

Or maybe not so much goal #3: 42:06.

I saw 44:someodd on the big shiny clock as I finished, but had no idea what my chip time actually was because a) I did not even think about my stopwatch-equipped watch until like mile 2, where I promptly glanced at said watch and went “d’oh” and b) the calm and leisurely procession to the actual start line after the horn went off felt like somewhere between two minutes and fifteen years, sometimes both at once.

Also I forgot to mention the dude in the kilt. Because there was a dude running in a kilt.

Originally published at Fire of Unknown Origin. You can comment here or there.