To Run or Not To Run (Update)

A couple of weeks ago, I wrote about the 5K I planned to run in. Guess what? I ran and finished pretty well—THIRD PLACE in my age group!!!!

 

 

I think it’s pretty safe to say that I was high as a kite for the rest of the day until our phone call with Lane. We were sharing about my athletic prowess when he said, “And Gail came in first place.” I said, “No. She came in after me.” He said, “I’m looking at the list of winners and times. She came in at 29 minutes.” I said, “No, I was 39 minutes. She came in after me.”

Kevin said, “Joe beat me with 29 minutes.”

If I used emogies, I would use the one with the big, staring-straight-ahead eyes that Hattie likes to use when she tells us that lice have showed up again in her classroom.

Kevin started chuckling. I did not. “I know what happened,” he said. “Somebody switched their number bibs.” Gail and Joe are dear friends who registered the morning of the race. I get it. Mix-ups can happen with lots of people milling around in 32-degree weather.

You know what that means…

I really came in SECOND PLACE in my age group!! And that poor person in second should have a gold medal!! (We were in the coffee shop next door to the awards ceremony, so we didn’t hear the news until after the medals were given out. We could have fixed this travesty right there and then!)

It really doesn’t matter…EXCEPT THAT IT DOES!!

I’ve never won a medal in my life. I live with people (at least four of them used to live here) who have dozens of them from pony camp and soccer and cross country and track. They hang on pegs and bedroom doorknobs, clanking every time I swing the doors. My natural-athlete husband has several since he started running five years ago.

Now I have one.

It’s fine. Really it is. The morning  was fun (being with all of the other athletes (!!) not the running part), and the run raised money for our school and shined a light on our cool coffee shop. I’m good. Really. I am.

Oh, well. Maybe next time.

Wait. What??