What does a middle-aged, out-of-shape, empty-nester do for fun? This weekend I was very busy. I set a goal for myself to run my first ever 5K. I hadn't run in many, many years and wasn't sure I could do this, but worked all month on trying to get back into a little bit better shape and accomplished what I set out to do, which was finish the race without stopping to walk and my time wasn't too bad either (32:12.3). My friend Barrie owns the Larkridge Chick-fil-A and sponsored the event for a great organization called A Precious Child. It was an awesome morning.
We also finally turned Megan's room into a guest bedroom. Since we're empty-nesters we are expecting the flock to come back and visit (hint, hint) and now they have somewhere to stay when they come, other than the futon in the loft, although that is one comfy futon. There is also plenty of room for a portable crib (HINT, HINT). Thanks to Thad for all the heavy lifting and assembly.
We also finally turned Megan's room into a guest bedroom. Since we're empty-nesters we are expecting the flock to come back and visit (hint, hint) and now they have somewhere to stay when they come, other than the futon in the loft, although that is one comfy futon. There is also plenty of room for a portable crib (HINT, HINT). Thanks to Thad for all the heavy lifting and assembly.
Barrie at the check in table
Pinning on my number, lucky #13
The cow gathering the crowd at the start
Runners are Ready...
Set...Go
And I'm off
The finish line, so far away....
That's one fast cow
Still smiling, or it could be a grimace.
Not sure as I think I was delirious at this point.
