On Memorial Day, I ran the Bolder Boulder (along with about 50,000 other people). My main goal this year was to actually get an official time, since I was DQ'd last year for starting in the wrong wave. This may have been attributed to my pre-race carb loading of margaritas and Power Bars. I'm kidding. Everyone knows you drink Red Bull and vodka before a 10K.
Well I'm happy to report I did finish the race with a posted time of 55:50, taking 3063th place out of 26,364 women. I was, however, a bit perturbed to learn there is no medal (or even a lousy ribbon) for 3063th place. Go figure. But I do have some race photos to commemorate the event. Good thing I got that cute little black running skirt to wear. It looks a lot cuter when it's not in motion, but apparently other runners consider it bad form to stop on the course and pose for the photographers. And that pretty much sums up my whole athletic philosophy: It doesn't matter how fast you run the race, it's how good you look for the photos.
And see that elbow sticking into the photo on the lower right? That belongs to a smart-ass 10 year old who thought it would be hilarious to sprint past me, five yards from the finish line. So I had no choice but to trample him. Again, I joke. But I may or may not have "accidentally" tripped him while running past, humming the theme to Chariots of Fire. But he totally deserved it. After all, he was in my shot.