land speed record
Well, this ain't gonna get filed under race reports, but I guess that's what it is anyway. My race report goes like this: I ran a race.
Yeah, ran. Well, kind of. Sedately trotted, perhaps. But I figure, I've run exactly 3 times in the past year, and 2 of those 3 were social jaunts around Lake Calhoun at a barely-above-walking pace, so it is probably an accomplishment to run an entire 5k without stopping. Besides, I have nothing else to blog about.
Anyway, the race in question was the Great Pumpkin Chase. It was in Lake Elmo, otherwise known as BFE, otherwise known as 5 minutes closer to my house than my office is. There was a 10k and a 5k, and it being the weekend before Halloween, participants included a cheerleader and a Ninja Turtle. I have no imagination. I looked like this:
(Running is not particularly flattering to anyone -- see the rest of the pictures at SkinnySki -- but at least my face did not flap around as much as Olympic sprinters in slow motion.)
Results are here. Find me yerself.
3 Comments:
How's that healthy pink cervix?
Running is for people who can't find their bike. Why let a run ruin a perfectly good opportunity to go for a ride?
I think it's okay. I haven't checked it lately....
There was another cyclist there too, a friend of mine who was a teammmate until I officially joined my new team a couple weeks ago, but I didn't see her even though I was running right behind her for the first 5 minutes or so! It was funny when I saw her name in the results and asked her if she'd been there. Anyway, my point is, other cyclists occasionally try and run; we just don't train for it. I don't know if you actually looked for me in the results, but I'll give you a clue, it wasn't very near the top. BUT, I beat my friend by 4 minutes! Now I don't know what my point is anymore. I guess it's that it's okay for cyclists to run as long as we're ostentatiously bad at it and refuse to do anything to improve. How's that?
Well, I'll consider forgiving you. I'm still trying to get over the whole "running" part of the running. I run about a block and I'm hobbled for days. Track sprinters make some of the worst runners you can imagine. At 210 pounds, I am the definition of "thunder thighs"...
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