Well, last week I was thinking I wouldn’t even get through the 5K, and I’d have to lower myself down to one—which I totally did NOT want to do. But, I did it!
This is what it looked like when driving to pick up my friends at 6:40 this morning.
We finally got to the arena, got our shirts and bib numbers (and can you believe they ran out of those “I’m Running For . . .” things?! I was not a happy camper. Pre-registering next year—yes! 
Danielle will have to fill me in if other cities do this, but the hosts (from a local radio station) threw a bunch of pink beach balls into the air during opening ceremonies and warm up. They did this last year, too. Awesome. 
And we’re off! Next year, though, I am leaving with the runners, even if I AM walking! 
These ladies have the right idea! It was raining!
We talked to these women. Apparently there were seven of these pink monkeys at a store, and seven people on their team. They told us “Breast cancer is a monkey on our backs!” Rock on, laides!
On the course. A lot of people had dogs in shirts! It made me laugh . . . 
At this point, my friend (full aware of my recent lung-plight) asked if we were turning around. I replied “No way, we’re doing the whole 5K!”
MORE DOGS IN SHIRTS! I tell you, people are crazy. Love it.
This is when I was trying to cut around all the walkers who were moving at a ridiculously snail-like pace. I did that often throughout the Run.
Danielle, this one’s for you! THE PINK MEN WERE BACK!! My friends thought I was a creep for taking this picture . . . 
This wall is full of butterflies representing those fighting against breast cancer. Mine said “In memory of my grandma, and for the future”.
Also, this one is sort of for Danielle, as I hadn’t fully figured out the shoe situation till this morning. Pink high-tops won out! Except they’re dirty now. But, I forgot I walk like crazy in my Converse anyways, so for a 5K, they were no big deal. 
Okay, so the big question—What was my finishing time? It was somewhere around 53 minutes, working out to 10:36/kilometre-ish (we didn’t have one of those fancy race clocks. Dang!).
So, I mentioned before that I spent a lot of time cutting around walkers. I really did not know I was that competitive (even though I was only really competing against myself!). There were several points where we were moving at what felt like a snail’s pace (and I’m normally a pretty fast walker, so this was like getting caught in the school hallway frustrating!)
As I’m all cutting around people, one of my friends is tagging along with me, and one of them is complaining to me to “Slow down, this isn’t a race!”. Oh . . . Sorry! In reality, I am only competing against myself, but I apparently don’t like moving slowly!
So, Steve, you told me to be careful or I might get hooked. And, I am pretty positive that I am! When’s the next race? I wanna do an actual race so that people aren’t all slow around me!
Oh, right, lungs? They are doing okay. Peak flow was 70% upon waking up this morning, 81% upon arriving home around noon. Obviously, took my puffer before the walk (and dosed up with Symbicort), and after I got home . . . Oh, and did I mention that blue just wasn’t working for me?
It was a lot less awkward to use in the arena, because it fit with the theme!
. . . so, when’s the next race?!
Also, click here for Danielle’s Run for the Cure entry!
This is what it looked like when driving to pick up my friends at 6:40 this morning.
We finally got to the arena, got our shirts and bib numbers (and can you believe they ran out of those “I’m Running For . . .” things?! I was not a happy camper. Pre-registering next year—yes!
Danielle will have to fill me in if other cities do this, but the hosts (from a local radio station) threw a bunch of pink beach balls into the air during opening ceremonies and warm up. They did this last year, too. Awesome.
And we’re off! Next year, though, I am leaving with the runners, even if I AM walking!
These ladies have the right idea! It was raining!
We talked to these women. Apparently there were seven of these pink monkeys at a store, and seven people on their team. They told us “Breast cancer is a monkey on our backs!” Rock on, laides!
Okay, so the big question—What was my finishing time? It was somewhere around 53 minutes, working out to 10:36/kilometre-ish (we didn’t have one of those fancy race clocks. Dang!).
So, I mentioned before that I spent a lot of time cutting around walkers. I really did not know I was that competitive (even though I was only really competing against myself!). There were several points where we were moving at what felt like a snail’s pace (and I’m normally a pretty fast walker, so this was like getting caught in the school hallway frustrating!)
As I’m all cutting around people, one of my friends is tagging along with me, and one of them is complaining to me to “Slow down, this isn’t a race!”. Oh . . . Sorry! In reality, I am only competing against myself, but I apparently don’t like moving slowly!
So, Steve, you told me to be careful or I might get hooked. And, I am pretty positive that I am! When’s the next race? I wanna do an actual race so that people aren’t all slow around me!
Oh, right, lungs? They are doing okay. Peak flow was 70% upon waking up this morning, 81% upon arriving home around noon. Obviously, took my puffer before the walk (and dosed up with Symbicort), and after I got home . . . Oh, and did I mention that blue just wasn’t working for me?
It was a lot less awkward to use in the arena, because it fit with the theme!
. . . so, when’s the next race?!
Also, click here for Danielle’s Run for the Cure entry!