With 50,000 people waiting to run, getting to the starting line of this 10k race is a lesson in patience. Waiting, waiting and then some more waiting. Luckily I had cute and friendly male runners all around me. Amazing how waiting isn’t so bad when you’re chatting with hot men dressed in tight t-shirts. Off we go! Into the cherry blossom and pink flower lined streets…
Not bad considering my extreme laziness leading up to the race.
Dead last is better than did not finish, which trumps did not start.
And, last but not least, thank you Nancy, of My Year Of Sweat, for adding me to your April Badass list! I am once again, completely honoured to be one of your badasses!!