Last week I ran my last race in my 30’s. A five mile holiday run right here in my neighborhood! This meant two things, dressing up and seeing my boys during the race.
I found some red Christmas ribbon in the bins I had dragged from the crawl space and tied them to my braids.
The race had a great turn out and really got me into the holiday spirit. It ended up being a beautiful day crisp but sunny perfect for a race. We started out speedy on my familiar route.
I once again enjoyed the stopped traffic and running in the middle of the street. I felt fast and was having a great time. Something about those ribbons that made me think people were underestimating me. I still wondered if I could possibly run faster than I had the week before at the Turkey Trot.
It was great to know the route the miles flew by. 
Mile 4 was at the bottom of my street.
Mile 4 was at the bottom of my street.  |
| Check out that hill on my street! |
My five fans were there!
Pete and my parents snapped some shots
and the boys brought me something to drink. I had a final kick in me but also knew the last half mile hill was crazy (and also where I threw up last year)
I finished strong…
with a new PR!
5 miles- 40:12
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