I came prepared with excuses that I didn't end up needing. Despite knowing full well I had a 5k to run on Sunday morning, I spent my Saturday afternoon flipping around on the trapeze, and followed that up with a tasting menu complete with wine pairings. Prioritizing my love of circus, or so I told myself. Giving myself permission to not be so fast.
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| I'm learning how to do a rock-n-roll on the trapeze! |
I ran across the finish line the next morning to waves of nausea and the distinct decision to tell Nicolas that he really shouldn't let me do this again. I was sure I'd been slower than last fall's Berkeley Half Marathon 5k - after all, back then, in the throws of challenging fertility treatments, I had something to prove. Nico was sure it wasn't so bad. And when he pulled up the race results, the little trophy next to my name proved him right. Turned out my finish time of 24:49 placed me 3rd in my division (women 35-39), and only 21 seconds behind the division winner. (If only my shoelace hadn't come undone in the first mile, I might have taken gold!) I got a little medalist pin from the winners table and everything. So no, this probably won't be my last 5k after all.
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| Running with friends! |
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| I'm sorry, I can't help myself: it's so nice to be called a winner. 💖🏆🥉 |
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