I did it.  I ran my first official road race.  Me.  I am now officially a runner.  I run.  I have run.  I will run again, you cannot stop me.

I fought a bout of bronchitis last week, so I haven’t had much chance to work out in about a week and a half, so my time of about 33 minutes (approx, waiting on chip time) was not necessarily the best.  However, I finished it.  I didn’t win, but I was far from being last.  Did I mention that I finished?

Notes for next time: It was cold, get gloves.  I need better running wear if I am to continue this trend, my 15 year old Ron Jon hoodie wasn’t quite cutting it.  No Taco Bell the night before, nuff said.

Dawn was there taking pictures and I’ll post those as soon as she gets em to me.

I had fun…while running, during running, because I was running.  How bloody weird is that?

This is a post more for my record keeping than for you, oh dear & non-existent readers.

Last Sunday I went around the park three times plus a little extra.  That should equate to 3.1 miles or 5K.  I ran for the first 1.5m at just a few seconds over 14 minutes and then ran/walked the remainder.  Total time was 33m26s.

It was a fairly busy week and I didn’t exercise at all as a result.  I feel a bit guilty but wife and work had to come first.  Tomorrow is a new Sunday and I will make time to run this week.