This morning my mom & I did another 5k. Because we are well mannered people and because we walked, we started in the back of the pack. This was a bit of a miscalculation, because they timed the race from the gun and not based on when a runner crossed the start. My mom finished fourth in her age bracket. If we'd started farther up, she would've won a medal. And that would've been awesome. We passed the third place finisher three times and could've passed her a fourth if only we'd applied ourselves a bit more.
I'm slightly annoyed by my poor strategy here. But we did finish 60th & 61st overall, which wasn't altogether bad considering we were walking. What was bad? The temperature. It was humid and in the low 80s this morning. Oh the sweating. The terrible, terrible sweating.
Before the race. I am not wearing makeup, and I am holding my chin at an odd angle.

After the race, I drank a lot of weird, off-brand gatorade.
And my mom called my dad.
Then we ate pancakes. Church-sponsored 5ks frequently have church pancake breakfasts after. It's a good thing. And, because I'm nuts, I drank a lot of coffee. Mmm. Coffee.

My plan on sleeping two hours became accidentally falling asleep an hour early and waking up with a cellphone impression on my forehead. But otherwise it seems to have been fine. So, fingers crossed, this strategy to attend my sister's wedding and then run 26.2 may just work.
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