THAT WAS SO COOL.

[chaobell]

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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