I ran the Cinco de Mayo 5k Wednesday and was hoping to finish with a pace that was between 7:30 and 8:00 minutes per mile; I ran a 7:27 pace finishing in 23:10! Of the 240 participants, I came in 25th overall and 8th among the female competitors. It was the perfect ego boosting race because it was obscure enough not to attract the runningest demographic (participated in mostly by people connected to the benefit it was profiting.) Of course, I did notice a few hard core running junkies who destroyed all of us. The first place finisher's time was 14:46... that blows my mind. That translates to a 4:45 minute/mile pace. I don't know if ever in my life I will run a single mile that fast!
Overall Finish Times
By Age Group
The best part of the evening was sitting in the auditorium during the awards. I didn't run with my watch and didn't see what my time was when I finished. I felt I had kept a strong pace but never expected to get a little token medal. They awarded a medal to the first place finishers in each division. I wasn't listening when they called my name so my ears didn't perk up until I heard "...Lundell of Spanish Fork!" I kind of looked around to make sure I wasn't giving myself airs before I headed up to accept it. When I sat back down, a young man sitting next to me leaned over and asked if I had a brother in the MTC. Low and behold, I had been identified by Ryan's MTC (language) teacher based on my last name, home town, and hair color. I was happy to hear from a primary source how Ryan was doing: "He had a really hard time at first and I was a little worried about him. But he's caught on and is right along with the other missionaries. He has a really hard time concentrating sometimes... like when it snows. He makes little snowboards out of tape and sits at his desk and creates little jumps." That's when I knew he was truly talking about my little brother. It was soooo good to have this little interaction. I had forgotten about the race and was feeling warm and comforted to have this short, indirect contact with Ryan. He flies out to Japan on Monday. Little Ry-guy. Good luck, Best Bud.
The best part of the evening was sitting in the auditorium during the awards. I didn't run with my watch and didn't see what my time was when I finished. I felt I had kept a strong pace but never expected to get a little token medal. They awarded a medal to the first place finishers in each division. I wasn't listening when they called my name so my ears didn't perk up until I heard "...Lundell of Spanish Fork!" I kind of looked around to make sure I wasn't giving myself airs before I headed up to accept it. When I sat back down, a young man sitting next to me leaned over and asked if I had a brother in the MTC. Low and behold, I had been identified by Ryan's MTC (language) teacher based on my last name, home town, and hair color. I was happy to hear from a primary source how Ryan was doing: "He had a really hard time at first and I was a little worried about him. But he's caught on and is right along with the other missionaries. He has a really hard time concentrating sometimes... like when it snows. He makes little snowboards out of tape and sits at his desk and creates little jumps." That's when I knew he was truly talking about my little brother. It was soooo good to have this little interaction. I had forgotten about the race and was feeling warm and comforted to have this short, indirect contact with Ryan. He flies out to Japan on Monday. Little Ry-guy. Good luck, Best Bud.
In other news, I got in the ST. GEORGE MARATHON!!!! 7,400 were picked out of 11,000! I've been waiting with bated breath for today, looking forward to it all week. I even commented to the girls in the office how the week feels like it's going by soooo slowly because of the anticipation. Amber (who has a wedding date for next Friday) tried to convince me that she knew what I was feeling. =) Hahaha!
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