Run, Run, Run

Ladybug ran her first 5k last weekend.  She didn't want to do it, and the loving supportive mother that I am, signed her up anyway.  We ran/walked as a family.  I wanted to show her how fun a race could be.  And you know what?  She absolutely loved it.  She was thrilled that she finished and amazed at what she learned her body could accomplish.  She ran with her daddy.  She kept saying, "But, Dad, I'm not a runner..."  and he'd quickly return, "Ladybug, you ARE running..."

Here is your photographic essay of the Famous Idaho Potato Marathon (5k version):

(PS.  Come to find out later that afternoon, there was a Mountain Lion lurking along the Boise Greenbelt)

A little pre run enthusiasm while waiting for the buses by Jenny

Ladybug right before the race starts

Yeah!  We finished!!!

Why else would you want to get up early on a Saturday and run 3.1 miles? To get your picture taken with Mr. Potato Head, of Course.  

Want to know what they feed you after the run?  

POTATOES!!!

Pshhh, I need a shower!!!

Not too bad for an old lady...

Last Saturday, I ran in the Famous Idaho Potato 5k with KT.  The 3.1 miles run along the beautiful Boise River.  It was a gorgeous, cool morning for running.  I am so proud of myself, because I finished 7/33 in my age group.  78/329 women, and 177/571 men and women.  The best part, now shhhh, don't tell anyone, is that I beat KT by a minute five seconds.  I finished in 32.15.9.  That beats out my first 5k.  Feels good to improve.

2busy Chronicles Take 5

In all the busy-ness of the past month, I also ran my first 5K.  I didn't run in the competitive wave.  In all the stress of the past few months, I hadn't been keeping up on my running.  I was in no shape to be competitive.

I ran in the Women's Fitness Celebration in Boise, (The largest Women's Fitness run in the Country, so I'm told)

with my good friend Jeni

In the "Purple" Wave

I did it in just about 40 minutes.  When I've been training I can run in 35.  I was just happy to finish.

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I was in disguise you know...Trying to go incognito with my pink BSU visor pulled low and my big sunglasses.  I'm so famous on my blog, that I was afraid of being recognized.  My thighs were eating my shorts.  I just want to give them a tug.  Ugh!

My kids called me a nerd for wearing a running pack, but I had car keys and a license.  What was I supposed to do?  Stuff things in my bra? 

(My husband was busy on the golf course.)