
It’s only 11am on Saturday and already the weekend has been eventful, to say the least. The good news, first, is that Mae ran and owned her first race - the Flirt With Dirt 5k. Though I was hoping to coerce her into pushing herself through the 10k, she made such a great showing today that I can hardly complain. Maybe as good to run a hard 5k as it would be if she ran a sluggish 10. She’s already signed up for a 10k for next month, too. Trail, of course.
First mile was a 9:10 pace, which, for someone who trains at 12 minute miles, is pretty significant. The last two miles were in the low 11’s and if not for us following some lost runners onto the 10k trail and 1/2 a mile off our course, we probably would have come in at just a touch over the 30 minute mark.
Further on the great side of things, the last two days of rain made for some lovely trail conditions, for most. Some participants tiptoed and sidestepped around the not infrequent muddy puddles, hoping to avoid tarnishing their pearly white cross trainers. We made sure to charge through these at full speed to get them with whatever splash we could. Come on - it’s a trail run!
In all, a great morning. I’ll let the pictures tell the rest of the story.

Aftermath: my trusty FiveFinger KSOs & Mae’s newly christened NB790s.

What Saint Nick does in the off season.

Mae, crossing her first finish line.

Post finish crash.

My three favorite women, all in one place: sister, mother and Mae.
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On the down side of things, we had to lay our friend Mendel to rest last night. It’s been a rough six weeks combating terminal renal failure, and we all put up a good fight - especially him. He held on as long as he could, but yesterday he affirmed ‘it’s time’. He was surrounded by family, passing away in the arms of loved ones - most people couldn’t ask for better. He will be missed.

See you on the rainbow bridge, buddy.