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5/12 of the way to meeting my goal!

Well, May is busy.

The end of the school year is kicking my behind, just like I knew it would, and I am falling further and further behind in my running....just like every year.

Saturday was the race of the month -- the Get in the Pink 10K. It was SOOOO much better than the 10K I participated in during the month of March.

This one started on time! It started early in the morning, rather than in the hot sun! (7:15 was a little tough, but the weather was so much better for running!) It didn't have so many people I thought I would trip over anyone!

Overall, it was a MUCH better race experience. My time was much more along the lines of what I expect of myself -- I finished in 58:16, so appropriately under but close to the 60 minutes or less that I was hoping for.

The course was not too hilly -- although it did have a couple of big hills. One huge downhill, one huge uphill -- kind of like the failure of a bridge run in March.

One of the best parts? There was also a 5K going on. It began 30 minutes after the 10K. There was one particular place on both routes where the two routes converged. Sweet hubby ran the 5K while I ran the 10K. He spotted me as our routes were running towards each other and gave me the biggest, more encouraging wave.

The second best part? A friend of ours (who runs much more frequently than I do) was also running the 5K. I noticed her in front of me on the last stretch to the finish line....So I gunned it and passed her. It felt so good to finish before her! Petty, perhaps, but it made me work harder to make my goal.

The sad part? Even though I was running as fast as I could across that finish line, some mean man jumped right in front of me and took my photo finish. There are absolutely ZERO pictures of me crossing that finish line.

The only pictures I can come up with are these two beauties of sweet hubby. Don't be too jealous. Not everyone can rock his outfit.




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