Well, I ran my race yesterday. Finished in 15:57. I placed 31st out of 140 runners in the 2-mile run. Of course, if you take away women pushing strollers and everyone over the age of 75, I probably only beat like five people. I implored a NASCAR restrictor plate strategy, which was to lay back and wait for the big one, then zoom by for a top ten finish. Unfortunately, the big one never occurred. Anyway, the best part of all was that my knee didn't hurt one bit. Considering that fact alone, I was pleased with the run. I didn't wear my knee brace during the race. Perhaps that was doing more damage than good? Hopefully, I can run some longer races in the near future. I really need to find a cute female running partner.
Last night during the dance recital thing, it felt like World War III was going on inside my stomach. Then I started thinking about everything I had eaten up to that point yesterday. It consisted of the following: A slice of watermelon, a hot dog, a turkey and cheese sandwich, a honey bun, three Nestle Toll House chocolate chip cookies, some corn chips, and some popcorn. No wonder. Geesh.
"Clutching your pillow and writhing in a naked sweat. Hoping somebody someday will do you like I did..."