In which Physicsgirl is not chased by cheetahs...

I ran my second 5k race today: the Oasis ZooRun at (you guessed it) the Toronto Zoo. I'm all impressed with myself: I got up on time, ate a sufficient breakfast, left on time, made all of my transit connections, and even arrived at the Zoo a little earlier than I thought I would. And once again, I made it through the entire 5k without throwing up!

(Too bad I hadn't done any training since the Run for the Cure, two weeks ago. I'm less impressed with that. Never mind.)

Most impressive? My time: 26.21. Third in my age class, 16th woman, 87th overall out of about 1000 runners. Yeah, baby.

(Okay, so maybe I was third because all the serious runners were doing the 10k run. And now I'm obsessing about how well I would have done if I'd done my tempo and speed runs, but as I said, never mind.)

Ain't nothin' gonna break my stride...

So Sunday I ran my first 5k, a whole two weeks earlier than I originally planned (or trained for). One of my coworkers asked me about joining the The CIBC Run for the Cure with some other teachers -- geez, you coach the cross country team for a few years and start a running club and suddenly everyone thinks you're a runner.

Anyway, my favourite part of the run was discovering just how many pink things people are willing to clothe themselves in: I saw pink wigs, pink leis, pink boas, pink ties (and as I write that I realize that there was an opportunity missed!), pink shirts, pink bras (on the outside, naturally), and a pink superhero. I also liked the guy who wrote that he was running for "Boobs everywhere: I love them!"

Now, I had been training fairly diligently up until two weeks ago, when I stopped training quite so diligently. In fact, the most training I have