Just poppin' in for a quick 5k report. I did, in fact, jump into a 5k at the last minute this past Sunday. I said "no, I'm not going to do it. " Then "yes, yes I will." Repeat that about 27 times in a 5 hour period until waiting until the last possible minute before registration closed. I believe I tossed my registration into the box just as they snapped it shut.
Good thing I did as the $25 registration fee ended up winning me a $45 steak house gift check in a random drawing. Bonus! And, just so you know, we splurged and went for the expensive steaks (i.e. further from the cows ass than what we normally get.) They were delicious (the steaks, of course.)
I'll be heading out on the lake now for some boating and tubing. I'm sure you'll all appreciate a quick report. The Fruit from My Anus 5k report got pretty self indulgent.
So, here it is:
Mile 1: 5:41
Mile 2: 6:08
Mile 3: 6:12
.11 miles: 37 seconds
It'd be nice -just once - to follow my pre-race "negative splits" action plan. It was rabid cheetah out of the shoot once again.
Numbers? Yes, numbers:
3rd of 56 in my age group (i.e "second loser")
35th of 1188 overall
Chicked by 4 Ms. Ladies.
I netted a race coffee mug as a "prize". Hardly enough to satisfy my ego but it'll have to serve as my second SoS award and thus both of my children have now been replaced as planned!
Now back to my vacation, returning on Monday. I have labeled this my Fist Bump Vacation much to Mrs. Nitmos' chagrin. More on that later. Let's just say that, besides the exorbitant amounts of fist bumping I have been insisting on, I have executed my vacation plan to perfection. Eight hand selected virgins to massage by legs, arms, and temples. Two to toss a beach ball back and forth while I spray them with a garden hose. Yes, yes, it has all gone to plan.
Except the part where, upon ordering another post race 22 ounce beer, Mrs. Nitmos AGAIN challenge my deservedness (is this a word?). This time, I wasn't even the bridesmaid.
Happy trails...and Ill catch up with you all next week!