On Saturday, despite the rainy weather, Tom and I woke up early, hopped into my sister-in-law, Lisa’s, van with her and her 4 kiddos, and headed to Athens for a 5K we were all (all but Anna Kate, 4, and Violet, 2) signed up to participate in that morning.
It was a race called “Strollin’ For The Colon.”
That was reason enough to do it, but we also wanted to sign up because Lisa’s sister, Amy, was the organizer of the event, raising money for colon cancer research. I’m all about beating cancer and supporting family/friends, not to mention getting t-shirts with funny event names on them, so we were excited to participate.
I say “participate” and not “run” because I don’t do running. I’ve tried and failed. I have great visions of myself jogging down the street, lean and tone like I used to be. These “great visions” are something more akin to “delusions of grandeur.”
So, I walked the three mile race with Lisa’s dad, Millard, who was great company. I was going to walk it with my niece, Madeline, also (she’s 6), but even she decided she wanted to run it. After we took turns walking and jogging the first mile, she just took off jogging.
“See ya later!” I called. I had no intentions of running the last two miles. She giggled and looked back at me. When she realized I wasn’t kidding, she giggled some more and kept going.
But, unlike me, the rest of my family actually can run. And they enjoy it.
Anyway, it was fun for me to cheer them on as they were looping back for their final stretch (I had almost made it to the first mile by then). Lisa and Tom zoomed past, and we high fived each other. I cheered and yelled their names and had a great time smiling at all the winners leaving me in the dust.
I’m very proud of people for doing things I can’t do. Especially if those people are people I know. I have a lot of opportunities to be proud, in case you wondered.
When I finally got close to the finish line, Tom jogged out to join us. Millard and I looked at each other. “Do you think he’s gonna try to get you to run the last bit in with him?” he asked. “I hope not,” I answered. “We’ve been married 3 years. He should know better by now.”
And he did know better. Tom walked in with us and filled us in on all that had been going on while we were moseying through the race. Tom and Lisa had finished then jogged back to encourage Tyler (almost 8yo) as he neared the end. He had literally run as hard as he could the entire race. He did great.
Then another loop was made to jog in with Madeline. She had pretty much jogged the last two miles and gave it her all. We were impressed!
And then he came back for us. Millard and I were the peanut gallery of the race. Everyone working the race was laughing with us (at us?) as we walked by while we cracked jokes to them about our time and placement in our age groups. We decided we were winners just because we walked three miles in the rain. Works for me.
So, where did everyone place?
Lisa- First Overall Female, 10th overall for entire race (there were about 250 people signed up)
Tom- Second in his age group (25-29 y.o. male), 7th overall for entire race
Tyler-First in his age group (10 and under males)
Madeline- Third in her age group (10 and under females)
Meghan and Millard- Hahahahahahahahahaha
Amy’s daughters and one of her sons also ran, and they all placed as well.
It was a good day for winning awards. And for kickin’ some cancer booty.