Ran the Spanish Fork 5K in 26 minutes, average pace of about 8:23. It was great running weather--nice and cool. We ran from the library along a river next to donkeys and ranch dogs and back. I started out too fast and had to slow down. On the way back, I passed a kid who kept running hard and then walking. With the finish line in sight, Chad paced me and I felt I couldn't run as hard as he wanted. I told him I was going to throw up. Then I could hear the kid coming from behind and I thought, "I'm not going to let him beat me" and I pushed it more than I thought I could. He must have thought the same thing and we were both all out. He bested me. Strangely, I found myself thinking it was rude that he did that. But duh, we were racing. Oh, and what's with the handful of women I saw there who were running hard and get to the finish to care for their infants? One woman was far ahead of me the entire time --meanwhile her husband's trailing the pack pushing 3 kids in a giant stroller. Impressive. |