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?