A long crazy week is over, and things seem to be getting better on the weekend.
I ran my second 5K of the year this morning, and decided to wear this cap while I raced.
I’m fond of the city, not the team, so you won’t see it on me too often. But it seemed apropos today:
The mojo seems to have worked, as I came in ninth overall and first in my age group, and also beat my time from the St. Patrick’s 5K by a good 45 seconds.
(I always enjoy a Top Ten finish. Maybe that’s Casey Kasem’s influence at work.)
These feats that sound so impressive are easily explained away:
– It was a tiny race. No idea how many people took part but it was well fewer than 100, maybe closer to 50.
– There were a bunch of competitive runners between 40 and 59 years of age (doesn’t bode well for me next year, I guess) but pretty much none in their thirties.
– It took place on a rail trail, which means the course was as flat as the deck of an aircraft carrier. Which meant no hills to wear me out and add to my time.
I was still pretty jazzed to have a reason to hang around for the awards ceremony.