The Jackson Day Race

I named my second cat Jackson because I thought he looked the part of a Southern gentleman. Unfortunately, in spite of his handsome, dapper looks, the race I participated in on January 11th was not in honor of him, but instead for General Andrew Jackson. The entire history of the fifth oldest road race in the nation may be found here.

I didn't win any awards for my performance but finished 51st out of 276 women participants. I was pleased with my result. I only recently started to take a serious approach to running distance. So, after years of thinking I was a natural sprinter and only built for speed, the literal change of pace has been a challenge, but a nice one. I must admit, however, being able to kick into a near sprint for the last 300 meters was certainly beneficial. So, while I continue to train my slow-twitched fibers I'll give thanks for the fast-twitched ones passed down to me through the genes of both my parents, who themselves, were natural sprinters.