THE race was on Saturday.
My thighs are still sore.
It was sunny and the skies were blue.
But it was also windy and really cold.
I threw up at the finish line.
I now own a neon orange shirt with turkey feet on it.
I was faster than about one hundred fifty people.
I was slower than about six hundred and fifty people.
The race was all trail and almost entirely made of hills.
My sisters stayed with me the entire time even though they could have left me in their dust.
My dad and friend Susan came to cheer me on.
I can’t lie. I am glad it is over.
I am planning to run another 5K on December 31st.
Did I mention I threw up at the finish line?
I’m just classy like that.