Seriously….I’m about to pee my pants. We are on the eve of the Cindy Curran Memorial Run. My brother and his wife have arrived. My sister, neighbor and I are ready to run. And we are recalling last year’s winning event.
My family – not a family of runners – came to honor my sister. My sister’s husband and family – all runners – were obviously there, also. We all walked/ran and endured brutally cold temperatures and wind to finish the event. Medals were presented after.
Imagine the surprise to the over-200 guests in attendance when the winning runner in the men’s division was my husband! He accepted his prize in his Elmer Fudd hat, moon boots, and Eddie Bauer winter coat. He did not run, but walked through the winner’s arch, obviously before the runners in the division. My family was dying with laughter, and not just because of how he looked (funny enough) but because he was not even close in proximity to any resemblance of a runner. The runner-up people were in appropriate gear.
We might have been able to overlook this except my daughter also won. She was a walker. This year I am laying low and disowning my family. I didn’t even tell them I was coming.