November 14th, 2005

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Stockade-a-thon

It was Dad's 55th birthday yesterday. I ran a 15k race with my him and my four brothers. Well, more accurately, my father and I walked and jogged 15k while my brothers ran. Boy, am I beat. I'm glad that race is only once a year. Maybe next year I won't be in the clydesdale category (over 200 pounds). My official time was 1:57, about an hour slower than my last time. Of course, last time was sixteen years ago, when I was running cross country and training for a marathon. And a 100 pounds lighter. Ugh. I could run a six minute mile pace back then. It's more like 14-16 minutes now.

My brothers started a running club--Aces Wild--so it looks like I'll be running in a 5k Thanksgiving morning too.

What am I getting myself into?

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