It's 5K #3 tomorrow morning for me. I have a time to beat, which is some what unnerving, I am not sure why. I ran a practice run today, and came in 30 seconds under my best time, but it was HARD! Did I mention that I hate running? When I say hate I mean that I can come up with about any excuse to get out of it that is remotely credible. I would rather work the 4yr old Sunday school class, okay well.. maybe not that, but almost anything else....
Kevin and Ian are all about which of them is going to win with a time of 26 minutes or something equally ridiculous sounding to me.... Ian hasn't run more than the length of a football field since last spring, but his 90 min swim practices have him in shape to make it look like it is about 100 yrd dash. Kevin trains hard to keep up with him. (longer legs don't hurt either) I find the competitive thing funny, is it a male thing? Or is it just who they are that I am not?
I am running for the first time with a partner of about equal ability. I did say running with, not racing against. (It's not like they are giving away the last glass of wine at the finish) My neighbor, and fellow triplet mom, Monica has agreed to take this one on too. It will be nice to run at least part of the race with someone else. Personally, I think it is going to be less taxing than the job of the babysitter who has agreed to watch our 7 other kids while we do this.... breakfast after anyone?
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