Drum Trip

That's the name of the song (by Rusted Root) that carried me through as I ran my very first 5k race last Saturday. I listened to the same song over and over again as it seemed to give me just the right amount of inspiration and rhythm. You can see me here right in the middle behind the African American lady.

Notice the boy in the far right of the picture. At this point he was yelling. I could have lent him my earphones.

But nah.

As I approached the finish line in a blaze of glory, no one, not even Tabitha, could capture me in a focused picture. The brevity with which I moved proved to be a great challenge for photographers everywhere.

But alas, I did end up in a small picture on the front page of Sunday's paper along with my running mates Nancy and Kari. The picture, though small, was quite clear.

Thirty minutes after taking off from the starting line, I, along with my two friends, completed the race with a healthy sense of accomplishment and a ferocious need for breakfast.