So I ran it. And I made it. No walking. Like a ****** ******* winner.

The very fit and fast L Saldutti (middle) kept my pace up. I figured if I could just keep time with her, I’d run the whole way. After I thanked her for motivating me in the last half mile, she laughed and revealed she has been just trying to keep pace with ME! Guess you never know who you’re pushing along.

Best motivators:
-The fact that I had an obnoxious Mean Girls-esque getup (see matching Brooks running top and shorts) in a sea of quirky sad “see you at the finish line” and “fast is as slow as we go” company mottos T-shirts. You can look lame walking in a T-shirt, but you just look like an A-hole walking in a matching uniform)
-Crowds of walkers (I pass you, I pass you, whoa, don’t trip me!–I pass you, too)
-Crowds of runners (You’re still running? YOURE’ still running, too? Wait, YOU can’t still be running!)
-The dude running with the giant back-to-the-future boombox strapped to his back with truck ties, blasting 80s music, going FASTER than me
-Random confused/excited onlookers and park-goers, cheering us on (gave a surprised few some spontaneous high fives)
-People with asses about four times my size, hauling ass
-Wanting to see the surprised/proud look on the face of a very patient and supportive bf at the finish line tent after being told that his usually lazy and downright slow partner didn’t walk one step.

The final time? 37.20

DON’T STOP WON’T STOP