I can't burp the alphabet or run fast, but the Maghanoy in me still wants to brag whenever I do anything even remotely challenging, like run a 9:35 mile 5K. When I run, it's pretty much like watching a pug run. They are short compared to everybody else, and even though their legs are moving kind of fast they kind of stub along at a frantic pace, lots of energy expended but not much ground covered. It's nice if you can sprint long and quick like a gazelle but hey if you're a pug, you have to accept it and just keep on keeping on until you cross that finish line exhilarated and nauseous. :)
The little engine that could! (And did!)
Today I continued my slow chugging job towards physical fitness by running in a 5K. I finished under 30 minutes with a 9:35 pace per mile. In the big scheme of things, this is not very fast. For comparison my friend Renee ran a 10K last week at a 7:35 mile pace... but then again she also finished second in the WHOLE RACE. Renee is insanely competitive but despite the fact that she has amazing accomplishments like a 7 minute mile, Masters Degree etc. she spends most of her time boasting about stupid things, like the fact that she can burp the alphabet, fart on command etc.