A Weekend of Firsts

This past weekend was a weekend of firsts for me - starting out with a bang on Friday morning.  Friday morning was my first time ever getting pulled over (for speeding).  I was on my way to work and not paying attention to my speed - the two roads I travel to get to work are long, straight, and boring.  It's easy to not pay attention.  I was busy jammin' along to the radio when I saw the lights flashing behind me.  I won't tell you what went through my head (you can probably make a pretty good guess), but I was pulling out my license, registration, and proof of insurance before the copper even got to my window.  He asked me my reason for speeding, and I told him I was listening to the radio and not paying attention (not really an excuse, but there you have it).  I had to sit in his cruiser while he punched in my info...and then let me go with just a warning! Whew! Dodged that bullet.  For the record, apparently my lame-o excuse was the reason I got out of a ticket - because I didn't lie about it and didn't give him some obviously not-true reason, he let me go! Yay!  I always thought I'd cry when I got pulled over...turns out I didn't! Points for me!!

Then on Saturday I ran my first 5K! What was I thinking?! I hate running to begin with, and then to compete in a race that I actually had to pay to be in?!  I think I was caught in a moment of peer pressure which made me sign up.  Anyway, moving on.  My goals going into this race:  

1. Finish (which is an actual goal for me, thankyouverymuch);
2. Don't come in last (a very real fear - I'm slow!)
3. Don't get lapped by Rina (a friend who was doing the 10K, and also a possibility);
4. Run it in under an hour (laugh all you want - I already stated I am not a runner and am slow)

I am pleased to announce that I did, in fact, complete all my goals! Yay! (And I didn't cheat, even though I really badly wanted to.  It would have been so easy to cut a chunk of the route out by running straight instead of taking a turn...)  So, I ran my race with a time of 38:38, and promptly barfed at the end of the route.  Apparently I was not the first person to lose my breakfast either, as someone stated (rather cheerfully) "Well, there goes the third one!"

So there you have it! A weekend of firsts.  Don't judge me :)