Jackassalope

10K

Well, despite the lack of preparation and a nasty cold, I finished my first 10K (that’s 6.2 miles for all you English folk). The course had more hills than MTV (that’s a bad pun for all of you who don’t think I noticed). In fact, I don’t think I was ever running on a flat surface for the entire race.

I ended up finishing in 51:26, which breaks down to 8:16 miles. I would have loved to have done better, but considering I’ve never ran over 3.5 miles in my life, along with the above mentioned excuses, I can’t complain. Come to think of it, I’m actually pretty proud of that time.

Now I lay in wait for Eric to drag me to another race. This time, however, I will train for it, so I have no excuses. Well, I’m sure I could fine one or two if I was hard pressed.

As a side note: Not that I didn’t already have some serious respect for my buddy Seth, who tore up a Marathon last year, I now have twice as much respect for his crazy ass. Running is hard. Running that far has got to be a hell of a lot harder.