Duh…was there ever any doubt?

While Lance wrapped things up halfway around the world and demonstrated that the impossible was possible, I gimped along around the perimiter of Piedmont Park. As near as I can tell based on the posted results I would have come in around 40th for the women in my age group. This, of course, based on their timing and not the watch on my wrist, also not accounting for the fact that I began in the back of the pack with a bunch of other Turner-ites.

It does more for my psyche to start in the back and pass people as I go, than to start in the front and be passed as I go. The former is invigorating and the “one more down” mentality keeps my feet moving, the latter zaps my will to continue.

Now I will say that when I got out of bed at 6am with the TV already on (see also: blog entry from Thursday, April 22, 2004 post: “Hi, my name is Maigh, and I’m an addict.”) the weather school flunky announced that it was 80 degrees, and that it had in fact COOLED OFF by two degrees in the last half hour. When the run finally started at 8am I’ll assume we were midway through the 80’s. For proof, see the sweat ring on my tank and note that it first had to saturate two sports bras. Next run: August 21 - Virginia-Highland Fitness Challenge 5k.

Blog entries to look forward to this week: the evolution of Ketchup bottles, more pictures of Maigh in the late 80’s, Maigh visits The Scroll.