I ran a 5K on Wednesday because
I love 5K's like fat kids love cake because I need some kinda speed work other than the TRACK. 5K's keep me honest because you just can't be a lazy sloth at all, you have to man up and run like hell unless you want to get last. And I do not want to get last..
Basically when I run a 5K I'm SO scared of finishing in last place that I run balls to the fricking walls the whole time. This used to make me want to vom but I have more or less grown used to the torment. I won't go as far to say that I love it, but it's only 3 miles and what could happen?
Just a little Portland race on a pretty nice evening.
I had not had the very best most magical day and needed a solid run to cheer me up.
And we all know then when angsty I run like hell.
And run like hell I DID... And did NOT look pretty doing it (see below for proof)
I finished 12th overall and was the 2nd place woman.
With a 20:54. PR!
|This picture says "I hate this and I hate you!"|
Gahd I look like hell.
Why am I alone here?? Um, look at how scary I look THAT'S WHY!
I need to leave that angry face at HOME!
(or not, since intimidating might be my middle name? hah!)