Yesterday morning I ran in a fundraising 5k for SCAN (Stop Child Abuse Now) . Before our race was the 1 mile kids’ run. I was amazed as I watched this little girl in pink who couldn’t have been older than five come running across the finish line at the head of the pack, with only a few older boys beating her. She had the biggest grin on her face as she sprinted in. Impressive, right?
Well, once our race was underway and the runners began spreading out a bit, I pointed out to my friend, Tami, that the same little girl in pink had started our race with who I presume was her dad. I thought, how cute- she enjoyed her race and wants to run with him for a bit. (This of course was easy to think about as they were in FRONT of me. Whatever- I thought it would be short-lived.) A mile in and they started to pull ahead of us. As we approached the middle mark, and a hill that I did not know existed(!) I thought for sure she’d drop out. Yeah, right. That little thing not only finished the race, but she kicked my tail. By a lot. WHA??!!!
Yeah, my husband was even so kind as to say when I mentioned it, “Oh, her? Yeah, she kicked your butt!!!” Gee thanks!
But it was “fun” to get out there. It had been years since I had run in any kind of race, and to be honest, I’m just glad I finished it. The kids were there cheering us on and it made such a difference!
Oh, who won? That would be “Skinny Naked Dude”… or at least what we dubbed him. It was freezing cold and everyone was dressed in layers- except for Skinny Naked Dude. He was wearing short running shorts and a t-shirt with the sleeves torn off. And a hat and gloves. I told Tami that apparently a hat and gloves is all you really need! (Well, that and him only being out there for 16 minutes, something doesn’t hurt either!)