Honestly, I’ve never been any sort of athlete.
Unless drinking became a sport and I missed it. In which case I am an ELITE athlete.
Yeah, the husband and I started running.
It was our first 5k.
For the road.
But see, we live in Portland. It rains here. A lot.
Before we left I looked at the weather. Our race was at 9 am. The internets told me 100% chance of rain.
Thankfully Baby Jesus loves us, and when it was time to line up the sun came out!
We rocked through our 3.1 miles. After about 2 miles I realized the puddle I’d stepped in getting off the bus was becoming an awesome blister. Fun!
But we finished. The clock said 36 minutes as we crossed the finish.
Seeing as how we’d been doing 2 mile runs, I was just amazed we made it. Let alone done 12 minute miles.
If you watch, not everyone wants their two free beers either. You can end up with a lot of beers. Whoops.
There was food too.
Life, my friends, is all about balance.
(let’s not argue about if 3 miles of running *actually* balances out several beers, pizza, and wings, ok? We’ll just pretend it does)
If was an awesome run.
And, when we went to look at the results, we found out our chip time was…. 34 minutes!
Redic. Absolutely redic.
It’s a good day.
And in a month and a half Baby Brother is coming to visit and do another 5k with us!