I walked, jogged, and ran an average of 9 miles a day for the past 3 months (270 miles in 30 days), all for the glory of a puny 5k (3.1m) run I have just now completed (3 hours ago).

There were 75 runners of all ages and sexes, and I placed 23rd. My time (for "imaginaryfriend" Jennifer and interested others) was 26:04. I'm sure I did that last mile in less than 7'30". I was flying past runners.

I easily won my age group(65+). Afterall, at age 67, I was 13 yrs older than the oldest of the other 74. I would have won the 50-65 age group as well.

Was it worth the $20, not to mention the time and effort training? You bet! It was exhilerating! I loved every second of the run, though maybe not every second of the training. It's been a hot humid summer.

Immediately after the run, I "celebrated" by eating breakfast pancakes at the fire station fund-raiser.

My twin sisters drove 12 miles to root me on, so that was nice.

Barbara has semi-officially moved out--and in with Dad. We talked about the situation. Her "excuse" was that she didn't really know what her plans were. She wasn't sure if she could live with dad. She thinks she can, so I'm back to living alone again. I like it! Another reason for her moving is that she's much closer to her new job--organist/music director of St. Mathew Methodist Church. No 25 mile round trip every day from my house to practice or whatever. So all's well that ends well. Plus, I got a brand new bed out of it. Barb says "keep it" (we took the old bed to the dump long ago).

I'm relaxing for the rest of the day, burping up those pancakes and sausage! Have a good one, my friends.