Kids

What better way to spend a Sunday morning than running one's ass around the city of Melbourne. I joined 25,000 or so of my close personal friends on the annual Run for the Kids benefit tour-by-foot of the city. Having not run in oh, I don't know, let's say many moons, I was a bit intimidated by the 15.2km distance (especially since I usually ahve enough sense not to sign up for anything over 10 km), but managed to plod my way through with little or no hardship (thanks in part to a kind granny who paced me around the course). Final damage - a time of 1:27:45, almost ten solid minutes behind Uta's time from last year (but then she only had to run 14.7 km. . .).