Okay so first of all, when I signed up for the Saint Luke's Women's Fitness Celebration, this is kind of what I expected:

Sunshine, and cool temperatures because, after all, the run is in the morning in late September, in Boise, Idaho.
THIS is what I got...

I took these pictures leaving the house this morning on the drive to the race.
It was yucky outside. Rainy, Windy and overcast, the
tempurature was in the low 50's.

Since this is my first 5k ever, I've never even signed up to walk one, I wanted to make sure I got there plenty early, which translated into waiting
in the rain for about an hour with about 10,000 other soaking, cold, women. We were all drenched, and bouncing around trying desperately to keep warm.

The run went pretty well. It was tough starting out that wet and cold, and carrying quite a bit of extra weight with all my clothes soaking wet, but once I got into my pace I felt pretty good.
When I came around the bend and could see the finish line I was overwhelmed with emotion. not over finishing or anything, but what this run represented to me. I started running this spring for the emotional healing after loosing my baby, Vincent. I was coming from the worst possible place, Physically and mentally. Horribly out of shape and recovering from childbirth, depressed and extremely unfocused. Being able to do this means so much to me.
All things considered, I did alright and I'm happy with my results. My official time was 32:07, which is about a minute or so faster than my practice time, and about 2:07 slower than I was dreaming for. I placed 386
th place out of 710 runners. What I said when I registered, was I didn't want to finish last, and I hoped to come in near the middle of the pack. I was a little behind were I was hoping to finish, but considering where I was physically when I started training in May/June of this year, I feel pretty good about how I did.
Afterward, it took about 25 minutes to find Andy and the kids. We were all drenched and cold so we decided to head home right away. Poor Aaron was shivering from the cold and his legs hurt. Andy has a sprained ankle from basketball last week, and we had about a 2 mile walk back to the car. I got to carry Aaron, who weighs about 37 lbs... when he's dry... all the way back to the car.
Next year, I'm bringing someone extra along to take pictures of me. Sorry Andy, but you're fired as my photographer. We took this last one when we got home from the race.

I think I might take a nap this afternoon...
By the way, I hope my friend
Heather is having a great time! She's running the
Top of Utah Marathon this weekend. Go Heather!