Just watched an evening of ”animation domination”: family guy, american dad, was to be simpsons but for some bizarre reason watched “Kings” instead. I feel big, like I’m 4″ to tall for my body. I raced today. In the 40th “Scarsdale 4mile run”. It feels weird that as I slide towards my 40th birthday (*gasp*) I placed in a race. Yes, that’s it. I won a MEDAL in a arunning race. Out of 130 people, I placed 31st. 3rd in the 30-39 year old bracket. Bronze medal for me at an 8 minute mile pace. 4 miles in 31m 56s. FAST. Faster than I thought my legs would take me, faster than my uncalibrated Nike+ told me I’d run. I felt like king of the world. In 40 year, I have mever won anything. Not on my physical prowess at least. Imma nerd. A serious nerd. Top 5 in Physics and Math in my year, in the country! But not in sports. What made me place? A few wee things, my kids waiting at the finish line, podrunner, keeping a rockin 180bpm soundtrack (Engines of Distraction). A dude and a girl, keeping pace with me, trading 29th, 30th, and 31st with me.
I don’t know quite how I feel about this. I ran. I came 3rd. I’ve never done something like this. Ever. I love that I did this. I got a MEDAL! I have never had a medal. The race was small (200 people). I placed 30th, but still: a medal!
I think that this is significant. It makes me feel different. A small victory, but a victory none the less. This week was a complicated, difficult work victory (IWOV!). This weekend was a running victory.
The big question remains: run 10k in Van Cortlandt next weekend or tgo to Atlantic City to celebrate with my buddy Chris? Only time will tell…
Bronze, third, wow…
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