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Race for the Cure
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After a week of nightmares chock-full-of-self-doubt and cryptic Freudian denotations I finally finished my first 5k in 365 days...alive! The Race for the Cure in Rome had 40,000 participants this year and I spent at least as many seconds dreading it!! I finally met the rest of my team (they are brilliant) about 30 minutes before and having other women to warm up with helped me push through the anxiety to make it to a very crowded starting line. It's as almost as though the starting gun pierced a hole in the firmament because it poured down with rain immediately after the start and didn't stop until I rounded out the Colosseum at about 3k mark. As an Oregonian (proud) I can say that I was perhaps the only one who wasn't bothered. Besides the heavy breather that accompanied me for the race in it's entirety (he was my worst nightmare), and wet slippery cobblestones, all was well and I finished 13th with my slowest time ever of about 20 minutes and 10 seconds or so (I am still looking for the final race results); my teammates finishing 2nd, 3rd, and 8th. So after this race I have learned that: 1. It's not where you are but where you are going that matters.
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