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Stockton Shamrock 5k


I ran this one last year...they did a downtown festival, the race at 5pm, and then a pub crawl. This year we ran at 8:30 am and nothing else going on. Much less festive.
I brought my own festive. 
The downtown 5k course heads toward the ballpark, makes a u-turn, heads toward the freeway, makes a u-turn, makes a short side loop, and then heads back to the finish.  The scenery includes the arena, the ballpark, the beautiful Stockton waterfront and, down under the freeway, an exclusive urban campground.
Thanks, Officers, for posting up all along the course. 
And then, for something that has never happened before in the history of the world...
I won my age group.
Which makes me realize, four more months and I'll be in a new age group, 30-39. WEIRD.
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  1. StaciMarch 13, 2011 at 3:26 PM

    Posse, you are the CHAMPION!

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  2. jamielynnMarch 13, 2011 at 6:39 PM

    Very cool!!!!!!

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  3. LaurieMarch 14, 2011 at 7:12 PM

    I sort of love the socks! Congrats on the race!

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  4. DougMarch 25, 2011 at 11:29 AM

    What was your finish time?

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  5. LiaMarch 25, 2011 at 5:16 PM

    It was a short course, so my time didn't really count. But I'm working on shaving about 25 seconds off my PR to come in under 20 minutes this year.

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