On Sunday, Lindsay and I rolled out of bed bright and early (why are races SO early?!) to head to Angels Stadium in Anaheim for our 5k.
Boy oh boy was I nervous. Seriously. It is just a 5k, Danielle! But I kept thinking, if I suck at this 5k today then I am REALLY going to suck when I do my first triathlon of the season. I think I put too much pressure on myself about a silly little race but that’s what I do folks!
Oh and I forgot my IPOD. Darn! But I don’t race triathlons with one so I guess this was good practice.
I ran my first mile a little too fast but I was following this insane chick with a stroller. I mean, seriously, she was bobbing and weaving through the crowds so I was trying to keep up and stay in her path!
It was a very flat and fast course with 2 baaaaaaby hills. It was fun! We ran through the stadium where the Angels play. Remember these aren’t the Anaheim Angels or the Los Angeles Angels but the Los Angeles Angels of Anaheim people. THATS A MOUTHFUL. (Seriously? Can a city just claim it already?)
So I finished in 24:34. 46th out of all females. WORD.
Not bad for someone with one foot, who had surgery in January and complained for the past 3 months!
After the race. I was tired. Can you tell?
No, there were not any professional baseball players there. Yes, I did have ulterior motives for doing this race. Please stop judging.
In front of Angels Stadium after the race.
All in all, I’d call this race a success. It proved to me that I should be signing up for my first tri of the season.
And because I’m feeling so happy about this race, I’m giving you a little throwback picture.
Me (front), Lindsay and Jeff (the babyyy) with Grandpa. Pretty typical day in the fam- mainly because Im eating. And that is what I do best.
This is also relevant to this post because I realize I only race because I like to eat after I race. We went to IHOP (again, stop with the judging). And may or may not have heard an altercation in the kitchen which led to a cop arriving. Lindsay’s plan if anything went wrong? HEAD FOR THE DOOR. My plan? GET UNDER THE TABLE. Lucky for you, I’m still alive.
