Hustle for Hunger 5k

Sunday was my first ever official 5k! I'm sore but I am so glad I did it.

My sister ended up getting first place in her age group.
What what!

It was so nice to know they were doing this too,
even if we weren't all together all the time.

The day of the race though, everything wasn't super smooth. I was late, which meant I couldn't warm up properly (like I'm used to). I probably hadn't drank (drunk?) enough water that day, which meant I felt more tired than I probably really was. I had gone to a going away party and a church picnic beforehand, at which I ate too much to wisely go and run a 5k right after.

But a lot of stuff went really well.

The handsomest chaufer around, or ever, for that matter.

Jake drove me there and helped me get all my stuff together and ready to go, and to not freak out. My dad and sister were there there too, running in the race. Also, it wasn't super hot outside like it had been a few days earlier, and I was glad for that.

All in all, it was a really good time and I am so so glad I could, and did, participate. My time was 39:03 (I'm guessing on the seconds) which isn't my best time, but I'm not at all mad about it. I'm excited for the next race this coming weekend and hopefully I can beat my time, but if not, that's okay too.

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