Last year, after a long summer of walking and talking, complaining and teasing, sore muscles and nice glutes, we ended the summer with our first-ever Journal Jog. The adrenaline kicked in and we stretched our leg muscles to their limit. The reward--we were thrilled to find we won silver medals in our team walk division. We all wondered why we'd never done the Journal Jog before--it's right in our neighborhood and we've lived here for ages. We had a ball and agreed to do it again.
Fast forward to last Saturday.
This is no time for modesty...with pride I can announce that our team kicked butt. We took 3 minutes off last year's time (okay, GinaMarie took 4 off her time, but then she's a teenager and therefore more fit even if she does complain more than the rest of us together). Yes, indeed, Carmelite Hill smoked the competition.
We now have gold medals to flaunt. Okay, they are tinier than last year's and look more bronze than gold, but they are indeed the celebration of friendship and triumph.
What's in store for next year's 40th running of the Jog? Well, we plan to actually train on the course for one thing. We will carry a stopwatch to check our splits. My personal goal is very ambitious. I want to do the 8K in an hour. That's a 12 minute mile, folks, and ya gotta be moving. And it would be nice if we all placed in our age groups.
I love my walking buddies. I'm grateful for all the laughter and support and the fun they
provide!
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