The run went really well. I started out running with Linda. Mile one was my slowest mile, due to the start. It came in at 10:14. After that all miles were sub 10 min miles. Starting with mile three I did a one mile run, one minute walk. My legs felt fresh the entire time. I even stopped a few times and took pictures! The last four miles I ran in, no intervals, with the last two miles around 8:30 miles. This, for me, is rocking fast!

Nothing! I took it easy the first part, and pushed it some the second. I probably should have taken it a little slower since I was doing this as a training run.

I found Roy and did some walking around and stretching. Of course we snagged some goodies! I'm all about the goodies!


The fact that I'm not very fast!


I think the only damper on this entire race, other than the wet weather, was the attitudes of the natives! What in the world is up with Mercer Island? I mean I know some people who live there. They are very nice people. But they have a few neighbors who could use some tips from good old Emily Post!

Roy was telling me after his 10k that at one point a lady in a hummer got mad that she was being detoured. So how did she handle it? She drove slowly past the runners, laying on the horn, and flipping them all off. Very classy. That showed them! How DARE they raise money for colon cancer research! Don't they know I have a pedi scheduled?

Then after my race we walked over to Albertsons. A gentleman (and I use that term loosely) in front of us was just finishing up purchasing his items. He says to the cashier, "Well I think I'll go run down a few runners."

The cashier looked at me, turned a little pink (I still had my number on) and said "Hey, at least they're out there doing something for a good cause."

Crabby Pants harumphed as if to say "They're on my Island and I do not like interlopers in lycra on MY ISLAND!"

So cashier guy says, "Hey, she ran the race!" and pointed at me. "How did you do?"

I answered that I'd had a great run and finished in good time.

Crabby Pants didn't even turn around, nor did he have the class to even look embarrassed. And no, he didn't say it in a joking manner.

Finally we went for lunch. On the way out a family was coming in. I held the door for all four of them. Nothing. Nothing. Not even a nod. Made eye contact with the father. Nothing. Having had enough of the "hospitality of the locals" I turned and said "You know? Thank you is a very nice phrase." He just looked at me blankly.

It was probably the lycra.