The first race of the 5k season went off with a bang... I'd like to thank the local talent for running the half-marathon instead of the 5k... This allowed old runron to finish 11th overall, (yes there were more than 11 runners in the race) and 3rd in my age group, (yes there were more than three runners in my group)
5k's are really my kind of run, but why is it that there is always this one guy?.. In any race... In any town, that runs goofier than you... Is older than you, but you can't catch him....It happens every race. But yesterday this old man kept a good twenty yards ahead of me the whole race... To see him in the mall or out walking his dog, you'd think he belongs in a home... A rest home... But there he was shuffling ahead of runron like he's out for a Sunday stroll.
With about a half of mile to go, the old man stopped, he was spent, I could tell by the way he was gasping for air and grabbing at his chest.... So what did I do?... Blew by the old geezer thinking victory is mine... See ya later grandpa.
Not so fast...Lazarus came back from the dead and passed me...I mean, he just had a heart attack twenty yards back, I saw him... How could it be?
Then with about a quarter mile to go, he stopped again... Another heart attack, (Yes) he's all mine now, I think as I puff out my chest while stepping over him, nobody comes back from the dead twice... Right?
Coming down to the final leg, the finish line is in sight. I'm starting to wobble just a bit, but the sweet taste of victory is forming on my palate....Suddenly, from out of the grave, the old man claws his way passed my deflating ego and I lose to a dead man.... At least that's the way I saw it...
See ya on the road with more stories of the 5k season.
runron
1 comment:
Hey bro, good job on your 5k, you placed! Thats got to make you feel good.
Next time some old guy is comming up on ya, just take him out.
Kidding aside, that guy must have 30 years of training under his belt.
Some day that will be you.
-Brian
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