The annual Sea Dogs Mother's Day 5K is on Sunday (ahem - that's Mother's Day kids. Quick, go glue some popsicle sticks together and annoint it with your 32-year-old thumb prints. Mom wil love it).

I had considered running jogging jog/walking it for the third year in a row.

But then I had a better idea.

Instead of running it this year, I thought I'd just go back to my Couch to Beacon blog and re-read the Mother's Day 5K entry from 2008. Then it'd feel like I just ran it, without actually having to run anywhere.

Brilliant, yes? [Go ahead Mom, let your pride shine.]

For those who actually want to run it, registration is still open through Sunday morning. It's $18 and proceeds benefit Maine Breast Cancer [Race details and registration]

For those who just want that I-ran-it-in-a-vicarious-way feeling, here's a recap from last year:

Some say that the phrase, "It's not about winning" is just something non-winners invented to console themselves. And while that's 100% true, it's also important to acknowledge the effort that everyone put in.

1,926 racers crossed the finish line during the 2008 Sea Dogs Mother's Day 5K. That's over 500 more than '07, which helps explain why I placed 1,381 this time (as opposed to 1,150 the year before). My time improved by almost two minutes (33:38 from 35:16) - not exactly Guinness-worthy, but I'll take it!.

And sure, 1,380 people ran stronger and faster. 1,380 people beat me. 1,380 people can turn to me and say, "Ha! I'm better than you."

But that, of course, isn't the point. It doesn't matter that 1,380 people are faster than me. What matters is that I'm faster than 545 people.

Just a reminder, that's up from the 289 people I beat in 2007.

And if we're going to be honest here, there were a few runners who perhaps shouldn't have placed as well as they did. I don't mean to imply that anyone cheated - I didn't see any runners on Heelys or any sprinters hopping off Vespas just before the finish.

But I think you'll agree, this gentleman had an unfair advantage:

And I know it was Mother's Day, but overachieving just makes the rest of us look bad:

But it was a beautiful day for a run - temps just under 60 degrees, sun shining. Myself and two friends from the Reach the Beacon training opted to stick near the back of the pack so as to A) not get run over, and B) not be compelled to run too fast at the start. ("Start slow," John Rogers says. "Save your energy.")

Quite an impressive-looking mass of people.

This year's race didn't end in the panting, dehydrated, bottleneck we experienced last year. Runners were lead straight off to water, bananas and bagels.

This picture looks very ethereal - and could be bent metaphorically to show how crossing the finish line is a feeling akin to the calmness and joy one imagines is felt in heaven.

But really it was just my sweaty hands steaming up the camera phone.

And really, nothing beats finishing a race (however fast or slow) and being greeted by a kind feller with a flower.

Congrats to all who ran - whatever your time. I'll even say "Well done" to those crazy fast folks out there...though you still are, collectively, my nemesis.

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See? Wudn't that damn near like actually running it? If you sit very still, you can even feel your calves getting sore.