My Inner Jock

On Saturday, I participated in a 5K Walk/Run, sponsored by Digestive Care Specialists in Dayton, OH. The proceeds from the entry fees went to Reach Out, the free clinic where I work, and to Good Neighbor House, another free clinic in the area that offers dental services.


I started out at the back of the pack, with the dog walkers, figuring on a leisurely stroll with my iPod, but after 5 minutes or so I got bored. I had some Motown cranking on the 'Pod, and pretty soon I was jogging.


At least until I hit the first hill.


Once I was on level ground again, the urge to overtake the group in front of me became overwhelming. And so on, and so on.


After the race, I was standing around with my boss, trying to decide whether to puke or not, when they called my name.


I took second place in the Women 55-59 division! (Out of 3 entrants, but I figure I also get to claim victory over all the women who didn't get up off the couch.)

For entering, I got a cool T-shirt, a free salad from McDonalds, a tube of spray hand sanitizer (that no grandma should be without) and a roll of toilet paper with a band that says, "Help Wipe Out Colon Cancer." (No shit.)


And, for placing, I got a kaleidoscope. I was a little afraid to look in it --would it have a colon picture that grew polyps when you twisted it? -- but it was just a normal kaleidoscope.



I wonder how many more t-shirts I could wrack up before my knees give out?