Race for the Cure

From October 23, 2007
More like Walk for the Cure. Saturday morning, I got up, got into my running gear, and drove downtown to participate in the Susan G. Komen 'Race for the Cure'. Along with 45,000 other women. It was insane.
So, I push my way through the crowd to around a block back from the start. I figure the slower runners will be back here...
Ugh. So, I realize after the start that all these women around me? Are walkers. Which is totally fine. For them. Not for me. I was pissed.
So, I keep telling myself it's for a good cause, blahblahblah. There is absolutely NO WAY to get around these women. I am lodged, stuck in a perpetual hell.
One hour, fifteen minutes later, I come across the finish line for a 5k. Angry, sulking, and downright grumpy, I head home to go run my mileage for the day. I did get it in later in the day, but wasted half my morning walking.
The kicker? I heard someone behind me say 'Ooooh, look. We finished in just an hour and fifteen minutes!'