Yet another 5k!

My cheerleading section snapped this picture of me at the starting line.






This is me mere feet from the finish. I was running as hard as I could which actually felt like I was going backwards at the time. I did manage to knock two minutes off my time without barfing at the finish line. Woo hoo!


The race was 3.2 miles that wound through a neighborhood. Along the route, there were people sitting on lawn chairs in their front yard, drinking beer and cheering us on. It was a warm-not-hot day but when you are running faster than you usually do because you don't want to be in last place it does feel like your head might pop. Some of the spectators in the neighborhood put their sprinklers on in the street so us running masochists could find some reprieve from the blood pounding in our heads. That should be a requirement for all races, sprinklers for the runners to run through.