I Win the Mucinex 5k

All right, so I didn’t win – in fact I was a distant second to Mr. Mucus. And Mucinex didn’t sponsor the race. And it wasn’t a 5k, it was 3.75 miles. And it wasn’t a race at all, but an attempt at a training run after being sidelined since Saturday with the flu. But what a great idea for a race, eh?

Instead of water and Gatorade, aid stations would have hot tea and chicken soup. At each mile marker you would stop to clear your ears. Instead of age group awards, you would receive prizes for “rheumiest eyes” or “fastest running nose.”

Anyway, I covered the distance in 33 minutes, which was pathetic. My legs felt fresh but it was like running in chemical warfare gear. It was hard to breathe and I was really overheating.

This does not bode well for my 8-miler on Saturday.