I told you we all did the Bolder Boulder 10K on Memorial Day as a family. Well, sort of. Ken ran with Sam to push him towards a PR. I ran with him last year and we got 55 minutes. Ken ran with him this year and they got a 53 minutes. Emma ran with my friend, Kathy, who was doing her first 10K.
Me: How was it running with dad?
Sam: Well you don’t get any of the motivational speeches like when I run with you. Dad just takes off and I had to keep up.
How’s that for male vs. female?
This is one of my favorite all time pictures of life. My two favorite males in the world (well, my dad fits in there too), both wearing Shut Up and Run shirts. Totally in synch. I love my family.
Emma and Kathy did the slip ‘n slide, watched the belly dancers and took in all that the race sidelines have to offer. Emma got lots of attention in her hula outfit. Yeah, she did not get those nice, long, svelte legs from her mama. They must belong to the milkman.
Then there was me, all by my lonesome.
Here I am getting overpowered by a tall man. Get of my ass, dude!
Here I am at about mile 3 before I was at my puke threshold.
Here I am at the finish. I have never had any pictures taken of me in any race post-finish, but I suspect I looked enough like I was going to faint/puke/shit myself that the photographer wanted to catch it in action should it happen. Talk about drama queen.
Here is where I was depressed. Or melancholy. Or looking for change on the track.
For all the carrying on I was doing, you would have thought I ran a five minute mile or something.
What a Saturday it has been so far. Neighborhood garage sale. I love how you mark things really low, like a wok for $1, and there is always that person who says, “Will you take .50 for it?” Damn penny pinchers. And, I always say yes. What the hell, it’s all going the dump later anyway.
I am now off to the pool for a quick test run before my tri in the morning. The other day my goggles were leaking like a pregnant woman and I am so paranoid I’ll get in the water tomorrow to race and they will mess me up.
Last year I did this same tri and I was very tri-illiterate. I spent all kinds of time in my transitions. A total of 4.5 minutes for a sprint tri! I know. Tri-newbie. I don’t know what the hell I was doing. Watching TV, wiping my ass, who knows. I’m fairly certain I can take at least two minutes off just in transition. My bike chain also fell off since I was riding a bike from 1910. Hoping to avoid that tomorrow with my sleek Trek Lexa.
Major thanks to Running Sane who gathered the family ‘round to make me poster for tomorrow. Check out her studly son, Max holding my sign. Yes, it contains the word “pussy” and shows me kicking some gray haired pussy posse ass.
Good luck to me tomorrow and to all of those racing this weekend!