Race day

This Shit is Bananas, B A N A N A S. Thank you gwen stefani for teaching the nation how to spell bananas and thank you pharell for producing yet another hit song with classic neptunes fading beep sounds. I wish my shit was bananas...anyways, I ran a race today in Cincinnati, it sucked ass. It showed me how out of shape I am, although I knew running a 4 mile race wasnt exactly something I was ready for. I at least kept it under 7 minute miles, despite a 20 second walk break at the top of a nasty hill post mile 3. I'm not quite sure what happened...probably went out too fast, and my training as of late has been pretty spotty. I'm thinking I may register for a race late in Summer soon so that I have motivation to actually train well for a while to get in decent race shape again. I'm thinking maybe I can get away with running Abe's Amble in Springfield, but that will probably be the end of my school quarter, which means project time and not a whole lot of free time on the weekend. Definitely the largest race I've been in so far, with around 2,000 people. I was hoping maybe I could be in the top 50, but I realized that might be pretty tough when I saw the competition. I was hoping maybe my age group would suck, because it is often under represented in road races, but all of the 20-24 year old age group winners finished in 20 minutes and some change. Thats 1,2,3 all running around 5 minute miles for 4 miles. Ridiculous, dare I say that shit is bananas. The winner ran 18 something....one eight, for four miles. He wasnt even kenyan. Averaging 4:30 for 4 miles is crazy talk. Fastest I have ever ran a mile was 5:10 ish and this guy is running each one 40 seconds less than that, 4 times in a row. I hate good people. I will never ever be that fast, even if the only thing I did was train to run.

Food was seriously lacking for such a large race...there were some tasty things from the local bread shop, but the bagels were hard, and every single one of the hundreds of bananas looked good, but were warm, bruised, and oddly flavored. Can't complain too much though. The race shirt was decent, and so was the goody bag, which included probably one of the nicest pairs of running socks that I now own. All in all, I would say this morning was good, because it got me racing again and now I have motivation and some goals, as well as random free stuff from Procter and Gamble. Allright, thats enough writing for me. By the way, Ryan Seacrest is the biggest douche bag in the world, why does he have any career?