paragiraffe

The problem with having eight thousand people turn out for a 5K is the starting line gets a little crowded. And because Race for the Cure is more about the color pink and celebrating breast cancer survivors (and those that didn’t) than actual running, once most of those people crossed over they just shuffled along. I was kind of annoyed. They were ruining my time.

To add insult to injury, I lost my Nike transmitter maybe five minutes into the race. I even stopped for a second to look for it, then I thought “not good.” I was still chipped so I thought I might as well make the best of things. I didn’t see the clock when I crossed the finish line, but I’m pretty sure it was my best time ever, although the results haven’t been posted online yet. I never found my transmitter.

I don’t think I’ve mentioned this before, but my mother had breast cancer last year, and my mother’s mother had breast cancer when I was younger (both still kicking), so it was good to do the race today, even if I didn’t win the cure at the end.

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