28:30

My time for today's 5k...I feel good about it. Last year my time was 30:20. Yes, this year I've been training (sort of, not really, but somewhat), but I'm also 12 weeks postpartum, a good 15 pounds overweight, and carrying some extra poundage in my...chest....area...Anyway, excuses aside, I feel good about my run and the fact that I did it. Yeah, sure, I got passed by a guy pushing a double stroller with TWO kids in it. But I did pass that 10 year old punk kid at mile 3. Yeah, that's the spirit! :) I tried to rally at the end on the UPHILL quarter mile and I did pass two ladies. However, my gumption ran out and both ladies passed me. One was like 60. Sigh. Whatever. I guess I need to remember that the race was really about getting a good time for me. And I did. And I feel good. My pace was around 9:25 per mile, and my legs already hurt. But it's done!

My sweet family went with me and cheered me on by the 1 mile mark and then on the uphill finish. So cute. James was a little overwhelmed by it all but he did hug and kiss me at the end and said that he was proud of me. :) Nate slept the whole time and then got hungry so after a quick stop at Giant we came home and he nursed. He's getting SO animated and giggly and sweet. He basically slept with us last night because his congestion continues to be bad. We're going to pull out and clean the humidifier and see if that helps at all. Oh, so I guess in addition to all my excuses for being slow that I listed above (fat, nursing, etc.) I am also sleep-deprived. GO ME! :)

And did I mention it was 46 degrees when I got out of the car? I was wearing shorts and a long sleeved t-shirt so I quickly put on the race t-shirt (such a dorky thing to do on race day but seriously, my legs were cold...I barely felt them the first mile). I chatted up a nice couple at the start line. We all agreed to let the high school athletes go ahead of us. I told them how embarrassing it is to get passed by 10 year olds. They said they didn't know what was worse - that, or being passed by the old folks. I immediately mentioned that I'd had a baby recently -- any excuse, right? I actually caught up to the gal at the end but couldn't reach her - hey, I felt good about that, since they had done the Army 10 miler two weeks ago.

Anyway, so at Giant I'm still wearing the dorky day of race t-shirt and my NUMBER on my shirt. Yeah, I'm that dork. I was picking up salad stuff for our bbq tomorrow and some beer for Greg and the bbq. A guy sees me in check out and says, "Post race celebration?" (looking at my 12 pack of PBR cans - for Greg, please, I have SOME class). I told him yes. :)

Note to self: take off your number before appearing in public. And never wear the medal. Major dorkaramus. Okay, now, THAT is dorky.