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As far as #5 goes, apparently I ran this one just 22 short days after #4 although I have no recollection of doing these two so close together.
I’d love to say that this is selective memory loss, reserved only for the subject of running, but the truth is? I have the worst memory on the planet.
One time, I was co-chairing an auction for my daughter’s preschool. We met the auctioneer over breakfast one day. Just one short month later, we met him for lunch. I
re-introduced myself as if I had never met him in my life and when everyone looked at me like I was certifiably cray-cray, I started arguing the case that I had NEVER met him before. In my life.
I am getting way off track, and I probably shouldn’t have admitted any of that in public, but just like my memory, I’m also a bit of a train wreck when it comes to starting a story and not stopping even though I know that all warning signs point to TURN BACK, TURN BACK and I just keep barreling down the cliff with a faulty brake system.
But I digress. Here’s my 5th marathon report:
Oct 23, 2005 (I guess, although this is still in question and I will get to the bottom of this)
Nike Women’s Marathon
San Francisco, CA
If I had to take my bet to Vegas, I’d say that I chose to do another race so soon because those clever folks at Nike entice women with Tiffany necklaces at the end of the race. No joke. Instead of bulky medals that get tucked in a drawer never to be seen again, you get A REAL TIFFANY NECKLACE IN THE LITTLE BLUE BOX.
Here’s what the necklace looked like the year I ran:
That was one sparkly carrot I was willing to chase down.
The icing on the cake is that these little post-race prizes are handed out on silver trays being held by firemen dressed in white gloves and tuxedos.
I guess they think this will appeal to women, too, but I found it more embarrassing than rewarding. What lady in her right mind wants to receive a gift from a handsome man dressed to impress when she is dripping with sweat and has a face like a bloated turnip?
No thanks, Nike. A for effort, though.
Other than this little error in judgment, those folks with the swoosh sure know how to do it right. From the race expo, to the inspiring signs at each mile, to the great race support, it was a really well-done event.
My mom went with me to add to the “Girl Power” of the weekend and was a great supporter. Somehow, I am once again suspiciously without my own race day photos to share with you, but you are just going to have to take my word for it.
And if you don’t believe me, just reference the lightning-fast race time above. I think I set some new records with this one.
Alright, fine. Here’s a photo I just took of my race shirt. I put my pink polka dot pants in the picture for authentication. NOW do you believe me?
Good times, good times.
Speaking of good times (ba da bum!) check this out: I had a 3-mile run yesterday and was almost 4.5 minutes faster than when I ran this same course last week!
Like I’ve said before, I’m slow, and I don’t care. Not one single bit. I’m getting faster (relatively speaking) because I’m getting STRONGER. And that is a pretty cool feeling.
What’ve you got going on today? I’d love to hear from you!