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Dundee Road Race Results

Well, I did a lot better this morning than I thought I would - finished the 5K Dundee Road Race in 36 minutes and 40 seconds. That was good enough to get 3rd place in my age group (women ages 25 to 29) and give me a medal on a green ribbon! Of course, that is just a testament to how small this race was. I think I was the last of the running 5K participants to finish, but at least only the first two 10K runners passed me before the finish line. I spent half the time running, including the first 10 minutes, and half the time walking. The weather was chilly, but not bad once I got going. Partly cloudy, no noticeable wind, and there was Starbucks and bagels waiting at the finish area.

So that was fun, but I spent a lot of time standing around by myself before and after the race. I did strike up a conversation with a spectator who had an older camera hanging around his neck. Turns out it was a Leica that his dad had won in a poker game in Korea. (Nice prize!) I don't have anything that fancy in my collection, certainly nothing I've purchased. The jewel of my antique camera collection is a Contaflex, graciously given to me by the in-laws when a great-grandfather passed away. Even so, I wouldn't bring that to a sporting event because there is too much sentiment attached to it.

Now it is time to take the rest of the day off!

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  1. Congratulations on the race!

    That's such an awesome accomplishment. :-)

    Unfortunantly races do generally have a lot of standing around involved. But on the upside I've found that most runners are more than happy to strike up a conversation when the opportunity presents itself. And, as you found out, most of the spectators are pretty friendly too. :-)

    Let me know when your next race is and I'll see if I can make it. No promises because I seem to get in trouble overscheduling a lot, but I love running with friends.

    Awesome that you got to see the rangefinder. Those are nice cameras!

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