It’s not every weekend I get to check off two things on my 25 list, but this jam-packed weekend was quite the exception.
First of all, THANK YOU to everyone that donated, cheered, or otherwise supported. You guys are awesome.
As for the run itself, I think liberating might be the best word to describe it. I was, of course, nervous at first to disrobe. Even with the support (in both words and shots) from Memo and Cashew. But once we started running – down Pennsylvania Avenue and around the Capitol – it was actually quite freeing. I couldn’t help but smile the entire way.
(That underwear, by the way? From the H&M boys section. Also, maybe the most comfortable pair I’ve ever run in. Just in case you were curious.)
And even after the run was over, that little liberating high hung around and encouraged me to remain pantsless for the better part of the day. Don’t knock it ’til you’ve tried it.
Thanks again to Cashew and Memo for coming out; I don’t know what I would have done without you ladies. And I can’t wait to have you run it with me next year!
In other running news…
One of my other goals was to run a race with an average pace of under 10 minutes. I haven’t done that since October of 2009. Frankly, this was the one goal that I wasn’t sure I’d be able to complete at all; I considered it a bit of a stretch. But yesterday the boyfriend and I ran a 5k in Arlington and he promised to pace me, since he was so sure that I could do this.
I had somehow managed to forget Guillermo (my Garmin) that morning, so I had to rely on the boyfriend for pace. I couldn’t just let him get ahead of me and hope to still make my time goal of 28 minutes. And so I stuck with him. Even as I was cursing this plan in my head, and
singing panting along to my iPod out loud.
And when I crossed the finish line and he showed me the time, this is what it said:
So of course we had to take a photo of me with the Garmin, in order to show just how happy I was:
Please. Like I would have posted today without at least a little bit of shmoop.
*This could be another six word autobiography