I feel like it rained continuously for two weeks building up to the 5k. I tried running the Sunday before, got caught in a downpour, and ended up getting sick. All things aside, Wednesday rolled around and I was restless and worried that I haven't had any real physical activity. It was still pouring out, so I decided to get out my kettlebell. It's not quite a full pood (got it for Christmas), so I decided to swing it around like crazy. My legs never really got sore, so I did it for a while. The next day at work, I was surprised how tight my legs were. By Friday, I was ridiculously stiff, and I was praying that it would go away by race time. I did a bunch of stretches before bed. By race time, I was still really stiff and sore, and nervous because of it. But I sucked it up.
I didn't finish under 30, but I did do it without stopping. I was 349th out of 889 people. Annie, cheering loudly from the side, snapped a few pictures:
|I started at the back, knowing I was slow, but apparently got behind the walkers....|
|Half-way point. Still going strong. Why are my man-boobs so prominent?|
|Finish Line! Look at that blur go by (and how skinny that chick is)!!|
On a more ridiculous note, the guy who won the 5k finished in 15:43, and the psycho (from San Jose) who won the marathon finished in 2:30:08. I can't run a single mile at either of those paces.
I think I'd have a more respectable time in a bicycle race, but who am I kidding,