You gonna let some 30 year old beat you?

R. and I ran a respectable race the other night. I received lots of birthday shout-outs, thanks to the dorky sign I was wearing. (I'll post pictures once I actually figure out how to do it on here.) Considering I've never run that far before, I was proud of myself for finishing strong. I ran with R. most of the way (slowing down to slinky pace when she stopped to walk for a bit), and then sprinted the last 400 m or so. My pace was on the slow side (11:30 min/mile), but there's always next year, right?

High points:

• Many birthday shout outs.
• Realizing we had only a mile left!
• Hearing the Fountains of Wayne play "Radiation Vibe" for about 20 seconds.
• Finishing strong.
• Seeing one of my former students and running alongside her.
• Meeting up with some friends afterwards for a celebratory/birthday drink.

Low points:

• Hearing the Fountains of Wayne play "Radiation Vibe" for only about 20 seconds.
• The guy who said to his running partner, "You gonna let some 30 year old beat you?" That guy should know that I look and feel better than I ever have. You don't want to mess with this thirty-something, because she really is something.

Off to make sangria for the birthday picnic...