Another Race!

Well, you may be getting sick of hearing about my foray into the world of running, but I feel like I have to document my progress because a) I am progressing, b) I am having a lot of fun and c) maybe my goings-on will motivate someone to give it a try!

This time we did an 8k, which is ~5 miles. It was great that Dad agreed to do it too - he is turning into my race buddy. During the race, we realized it had been about five years since he had run that far. Way to go Dad!

It was also Tim's first race. That was also great fun! The more the merrier.

Hannah had a blast playing with Aunt "Meimi" (aka Mary) on the barnyard-themed playground equipment during the race.

Meanwhile, we were working hard. We started out running together...

...but soon Tim had to break away from his sissy wife. He finished the race about 25 seconds before me. I tried to catch him......but didn't. :0)
Time came to the finish line with a respectable time of 46:23.9, which is an average mile of 9.20. Not bad baby!

Dad crossed the finish line without having to walk at all, which is a great accomplishment!

My finish was a bit less picturesque, but hey, our photographer was also our babysitter, so what can I say? I am happy to say that I met my goal of finishing in under an hour and running the whole thing! My final time was 46:9.6, which is averages out to be about a 9.25 mile.

Starting out, Tim and I were the absolute last two people. But, it turns out we didn't end that way. Check out our results here. Even though we passed a few people along the way, we were definitely closer to the pack of the back than the front. So, we just left shortly after finishing and eating our complimentary pancake and sausage breakfast (courtesy of the Peoria Fire Dept.). It was pretty funny to find out a few days later when our results were posted that I came in FIRST in my age group (of two, mind you). Maybe if we had stuck around I would have gotten a prize. :)

The next race I'm planning on doing is the Mesa Mi Amigo's Turkey Trot. It is a 10k race on Thanksgiving Day. What better way to begin a day of gluttony than by running a few miles?