PU5K

Sorry Alex, my apologies, I really don't know what you called your 5K.  I'm calling mine the PU5K.

Yes, that's P.U., not a PR, because I didn't even TRY for a PR.  I'd tell you why, and you might think the reason is funny, but it'snot.

Weather was a balmy 50 degrees so I dressed in a technical T and my cheetah skirt.  Tradition demands that I wear my cheetah skirt for my New Years Day race.

AND, before we start, I think I should point out that I finished in the top 10 and won my age class.

well.  yea.  actually after I was dressed and ready to run, I looked around and determined that I needed some competition company.

I ran a PU of 32:27...  and here's how the race shook down.

I was an elite today, escorted by 2 bike pacers.

We took out like a bunch of crazies, tearing down our neighborhood streets (mile 1, 9:10), losing our walkers (stroller, old dog and H) right away, across a bridge to the edge of the lake (mile 2, 9:19), and as we were rounding back onto the side walk at somewhere around 2.6 miles, I looked down at my sweet and dear black and tan mutt and said, "um, let's not kill the dog today." so, we walked home.