Kindergarten??? Aren't they your babies???
3 today.
And my 5K report below:
The race was ugly.
Ahhhh.....when I was warming up, I looked around and saw so many fit, fast looking people. I thought, "I'm going to be last." Remember this is not a typical 5K, it is part of the University's cross country meet, so all sorts of runners affiliated with the running community went out. It was not a typical fun run. I spied a 6 year old kid warming up, the only person who did not look like a 6 minute mile runner. I felt better. At least I can beat a 6 year old right (hey, I never claimed to be a good person).
So we took off. Everyone passed me. But that's typical. I just kept telling myself to go my pace. That I wouldn't be last. The 6 year old is back there, right. A lady passes me. No one else does. I pass the lady on a hill. I pass a few more people. The course curves. I see the lady I passed. She was LAST. Which meant that I was LAST for awhile!!! Geez!!!! I suffer through the course. My time was a 30:35. Oh man.
And the 6 year old? Yeah, he beat me.