It's a good day for a pic of a baby duck.
Hence the photo.
Anyway - 2 days ago, I ran my (gawd) 34th 5K. Every time I say the # these days, it's freaky. I mean, who the hell does that?
Yet I suppose I do.
It comes from doing 10 races/year, and having done them since '09 (the 1st year, we did a much smaller #, hence the overall total isn't going to be 40 by the end of the calendar year). We'll do 11 this year, when all is said and done.
We run a 5K every month except for January and February, and this year we ended up with two in September. It is not hard, particularly when you get into the mode of not giving a damn if you're last. And I truly do not. Actually, in some ways, that's kinda cool. Everyone sees me arrive! :)
For this one, I was in the middle of the pack, both for my age group and overall. But this was a far larger group than normal and it was about half walkers. Essentially, I am fast for walking but I am slow for running. C'est la vie.
We'll see how the next one goes (10/21). And the next (11/4). And the one after that (12/16). Yeah, really.
It shapes the month and gives us things to look forward to. We both have drawers crammed with tee shirts. We support funky causes (this one was the Good Samaritans, who are suicide prevention). Next one will be to support the local YMCA and I think the following two will be for Boston Children's Hospital. All of that, to me, is more important than "winning", well, anything.
Get into the habit.