|Team tutu in the blow-up colon.|
Running in a tutu was actually easier than I thought it would be, but I may have accidentally grazed some people with it during the race. It's hard to get used to a 2-feet increase of your personal space radius.
I'll write more about the actual race later, but I tried to go out as hard as I could, finishing in 21:45. I would have loved to have PRed, but I was about 25 seconds away from that. It felt good to try and run fast, and the weather was perfect. My legs just didn't have it in them that day. Considering that it's been a while since I've done any speed work, I feel great about the results.
This guy was happy that I missed beating him by two seconds.
Funny story, this is a friend of a friend, and when she saw his funny-snarky (is that farky?) post, she tagged me in her comment. Just so the whole world (i.e. the three people reading this post) knows, there were two girls wearing tutus in front of James. He'll need to adjust his scoreboard to account for that, but he still smoked me -- so #winning!
As I was looking through the finish line pictures, it struck me how hilarious 5K finish line pictures are. If you're doing it right, you should really feel like crap at the end of the 5K because you are using up every drop of gas in your tank. The agony you feel in your legs, heart, and lungs usually comes across in finish line photos to make them the best of all time.
Here are just a few gems from the race this weekend. Note: I know a lot of these people in real life, and these pictures are not an accurate portrayal of them. But now I feel like I know what they would look like if a ghost/alien were sucking out their soul or if they were pushing out a 13-lb. baby.
|Sorry to my friends for posting this picture of you, but it's a classic!|
|This kid sprinted past me on the last hill, and I tried unsuccessfully to keep up. Even his hands look fast.|
|At least one person looks happy in this picture.|
|Pretty impressed he ran that fast in pajama pants and a pair of Beats by Dre.|
|Either he's killing it or it's killing him.|
|Kind of seems like the guy in back might be chasing 339 with a knife.|
|Best one ever.|
Moral of the story is twofold:
1. Never expect to look pretty in your 5K finish line picture. Low expectations are paramount. If you expect to look like you are getting stabbed in the foot, you will not be disappointed by the results.
2. If you ever get sad, pull up your most recent 5K finish line photo reel. Works especially well if combined with loopiness from staying up too late.