Saturday, July 1, I ran a 5k race with about 100 other people in Baudette, Minnesota, celebrating their centennial, or somesuch. There’s more than a little irony in running a US race in on Canada Day, I figure. The race was great, especially since I hadn’t particularly geared up for it — just the usual 5k two to three times a week — and still managed to shave a full minute off my last race time of 27:34 or so. Anyways, the friend who ran the race with me is a *much* 
faster runner than I, so we stuck around for the award presentation afterwards. As they’re working through the age categories, they got to the 30-39, and I hear, “Third place, Lincoln Dunn.”
What the hell?!?!
Anyways, the medal in the pic was the result. it was pretty gratifying, though I know it was more because of the number of runners (or lack thereof) in my age category than anything else. I’m sure that the primary reason for the time difference was the fact that I’ve lost 20 pounds since April, when I ran a 10k race.
I also managed to win a $15 GC for Ben Franklin craft supplies that I’m sure Frances will have no problem burning through.