5K’ed

The last few days have really felt like fall here in Texas. Despite the warm temperatures, the air sings of pumpkins and trick-or-treaters. Last night, I made a big pot of vegetarian chili and cornbread muffins in true fall spirit.

Over the weekend, Marianne and I ran a 5K. It was my first race since the half marathon two years ago. I went into it hoping to have fun – not break any records – and, as always, laughed my butt of with Marianne. Prior to the race, we went to the restroom and upon leaving, found that the door was missing a handle and wouldn’t open. Panic. Followed by pounding. Followed by: “We’re going to die in here, aren’t we?”

Then Marianne realized you could reach under the door and open it from the bottom. She’s a genius.

Once I regained my breath, I told one of the race organizers that the door should be propped open. “Someone really could get stuck in there!” She calmly advised me that the bathroom had two doors, one on either side. Duh.

Then we took some pre-race pictures with Patrick where a lady with bright orange hair told us to “act like we liked each other.” To Patrick, that apparently meant squeezing the living daylights out of us.

The race was quick and fun, and we’re already plotting our next.

Thank goodness for running buddies. And thank even more goodness for running buddies who follow the run with greasy Mexican food.