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Oldsmar Taphouse 5K--Another PR!

Almost two weeks ago now on a Friday evening, like late in the evening when I'm usually winding down for bed, I ran the Oldsmar Taphouse 5k. This year, local race director Fred Rzymek changed up this run (in its fifth year) by moving the date up and the time back--to 10pm--and adding a pajama party theme. Apparently this combo, plus the chilly temps, was a good recipe for a PR (25:16)! Perhaps wearing PJs in the cold is its own impetus for running faster, as my friend Nicole and I both finished together and ran our best 5K times!

Thanks, Gap Body, for the two PJ rompers. 

Nicole was getting fresh with me!

This almost never happens (I didn't have to scroll down or go to the next page of results!).

Here are our numbers. If we hadn't run over, we'd have probably come in under 25. But I can't do all that math.

The necessary group photo (I guess some people go to bed in bow ties). We all earned beer boots! And yet Nicole and I bought wine :/

The next 5K is tonight--the Tampa Bay Corporate 5K, and while I'm really hoping to PR officially (the beer run wasn't chip-timed), the conditions are not as ideal; i.e., it's hot and muggy out! But I'm still really looking forward to the race and festivities with friends. You, my small audience, will get to hear all about it.


Congratulations on your PR, Lee! Look forward to more improvements.

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