33:07

That was my final time last Saturday. I actually ran the WHOLE 5k. There was one point on a hill where I just wanted to hurt someone and stop, but I wouldn't let myself. And for anyone that says that Dallas does not have any hills, LET ME TELL YOU, there are some and they are not fun.

Anyway, I had my handy dandy watch that kept track of my pace, and I was good. I didn't want to putter out. Every time someone would pass me, I would speed up without realizing it. I would look at the watch and slow myself down. I think it was my inner athlete trying to come out. I just knew that if I ran fast I wouldn't finish.

Also, in my head, I thought a 5k was 3.5 miles. Don't ask me why. So at the three mile mark, I'm doing ok. I'm thinking I have enough energy for half a mile, and then up ahead I see the finish line. I'm like heyyyy. So, I just start sprinting. Why not?

Afterwards, was Craft for breakfast. I just thought I deserved a good treat. And Craft has a pretty good breakfast. Not expensive. I got a fritata with bacon, cheddar, and spinache for $12. Not too bad. And by golly, I deserved it.