Husband: “Oh, really? What part of you is that?”
Wife: “The part of me that likes to sleep in on the weekend.”
We should’ve gotten up earlier still.
We got lost. Well, I got lost. I read the race info wrong and ended up driving all over the woods, completely disoriented.
Wife: “I never realized it was so beautiful out here, wherever we are.”
Red Mule Runners 33rd Annual Labor Day 5K.
Frank Shorter has been here. On time. Billy Rodgers has been here a few times. Always on time.
Finally managed to find my way to the start about 20 minutes late. The course is flat, it’s paved, it’s shaded.
And so I did. I managed to solo a seasonal best.
Pretty darn pleased, really.
And a little disappointed because this is my new club,
I brought cookies & donated copies of When Running Was Young & So Were We for the bib lottery
and I knew we were awarding prizes three deep in all age groups.
Last month, I had finished second in the 65-69 Male category, so I had been hopeful.
Wife meets me at the finish line, a long, long way from the car, she’s sweating more than I am.
“I think I’ll just enter the race myself next time, easier than carrying all your gear.
Husband: “Don’t forget I took you on that lovely drive through the countryside.”
She’s anxious to leave but we stay so I can hear the results.
Wondering where I might’ve placed if I had been punctual.
The 3rd place guy in my age division finished in 21:58.
Third. 21:58.
Who are these guys???
Remember – It’s Only Pain….