I set about recruiting other fabulous girls from my neighborhood to do it too.
It was held on a Friday night.
Before the race I went on a 4 mile jog, on my own.
All of the crazy antics I engaged in, while in S.F. had irritated my (formerly healed) hip bursitis.
It wasn't bad. But I told myself to take things easy, I don't want to make it worse.
Some of the girls were going to walk the 5k. I kept trying to convince myself that it'd be fun to walk...
The first mile of the race was downhill. I love to run downhill! When my mileage tracker told me that I'd done my first mile in just over 7 minutes, I lost all reason, and had a crazy idea that I might be able to PR this 5k! So, I pushed myself.
But, what comes down, must go back up.
Running uphill is my curse.
And I slowed WAY down when I started on the uphill.
I do think I was one of the first finishers. But this race wasn't a serious one. There was no time clock, and they weren't recording the order in which finishers arrived.
I crossed the finish line, and milled around for a while (took a selfie), before I remembered to stop my mile tracker app! So, I don't know my official time. Sad.
But happy: I got to socialize with some of the most fun girls on the planet! And I think I convinced all of them to make this annual thing!
My dear long-time friend, Ruthann, and I are planning to do a half-marathon in July. And I may be a masochist, but I'm really looking forward to it.
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