This weekend I ran the Capitol Hill Classic 10K.  A new friend asked me to run on his team while I was away and thinking that it was not only a great way to motivate myself to workout in Africa, but a super way to meet some new people when I got back to DC, I agreed.  I paid my registration fee and then promptly got malaria, stopped running, and started eating Bounty Bars.  

So, that meant that on race day, I was heading into this trying to make new friends while running a race I wasn’t sure I could finish, wearing spandex, and sweating.  Not the best plan I’ve had on the books.  

I wound up finishing the race…a little slower than my normal 10K time, but considering the recent chocolate covered coconut consumption, it was better than expected.  And this means that I’ve once again proven my theory which I’ve been testing since the 2003 Philadelphia Marathon:  Athleticism and proper training don’t matter as long as you’re listening to Outkast.