Warm Summer evening. Rare weeknight race, walking distance from home. Family event. Now that I have run a real marathon I resent this little 5K being called a marathon, but its all good. I don't feel an urgent need to be absolutely as fast as I can and this may be my only opportunity to do so, so I will push Jared in the baby jogger.
Race goes well, except that steep downhill before the final turn. Almost out of control. A crash would be bad so I have to slow down some. Then the last push, proudly pushing the "wee bah" to the end.
22:35
16th place of 68
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Monday, July 28, 1997
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