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Run for the Schools - UPDATED!!!

I ran a 5K this morning; it's the big fund-raiser for the local schools. I don't know how much money they'll actually raise though, because yesterday when I went to pick up my packet, they didn't have any record that I'd registered. Then they said that they couldn't find the registration forms -- or the money -- for anyone who registered through Running Wild, the local running store. They went ahead and got me registered but did not make me pay again. I hope they find the dough eventually. Losing the money for a fund-raiser sort of defeats the purpose.

At any rate, I ran 3.1 miles in 37.40. It was a minute slower than the Labor Day race I ran, but I felt more comfortable and less like I might pass out at the finish line. The guy who placed first in the 5K did it in something like 15 minutes, Tim said. I feel like the tortoise, to everyone else's hare, but I did finish.

It's a great atmosphere; someone told me it was the single largest community participatory event in our area (to which Tim countered that this year, the single largest community participatory event had to be sandbagging). More than 700 volunteers, including the race director, donate their time to put on the event. Next year, someone should volunteer to keep eyes on the dough.


UPDATE: I just got the official results for the race, and I was outlandishly speedier than I first thought. Ok, well, maybe not so much, but officially, I ran the 5K in 37:28 and came in 256th out of 580-or-so women/girls. Yay, me.

Comments

Congrats on the run, and what a good cause!
AnneR said…
Way to go, Amy! You deserved to have a great run!

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