On a warm, humid morning approaching 80 degrees, I set off with my Dad in the annual 5K race in the small, Arkansas town where I grew up. Competing primarily against myself in a a race that fielded approximately 60 runners, I set a new PR and achieved my target finish time of sub-18:30 (5:52/mile). In winning this sentimental race, which my Dad won several times in the early 90s, I also received a preety awesome throwback trophy that's about three feet tall.
My Dad, Mark, also ran well on Saturday, winning the Master's Division and averaging a 7:00/mile pace. Many thanks to my brother who made a special trip down to cheer us on. He's in town to see his father-in-law, who is recovering from open heart surgery, and I really appreciated having him there at the finsih line for my first victory. Incidentally, had he chosen to run, I have no doubt he would have finished...second!
Wesley
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