Not sure why it is called the Puddle Jump, I saw not one puddle on Saturday morning. Although I did happen upon some ice. (but that doesn't count.) Don't get me wrong, it was a great race. I guess I was a little miffed because I was promised a puddle to jump. I can not complain about the weather though. It was beautiful! The sun felt so warm on my back as I stood at the start line waiting for the whistle.
Mom and Pops escorted me to the race. Complete with John Bon Jovi blowing out the speakers. What is it about loud rock and roll music that pumps up a person before an event. Hmmm……not sure, all I know is that is works.
I met a couple of ducks at the race. They were friendly, don't say much, but sure knew how to give a good hug. I was slightly appalled at the one. He broke the most sacred of all mascots laws…..never reveal your true identity. Everyone knows this, never EVER under any circumstance do you ever take your costume off. I was so shocked when I saw duck 1 left his head and wave a hand indicating he might be overheating. I had to look away. It was so wrong.
I love this picture.The expression on my face is that of a 5 year old and reads, "Umm…not really sure how I feel standing next to these two giant ducks…..could you please take the picture so I can get out of here."
Anyway, the race went well! At the start, I felt as though I was a rubber band being stretched and about to be released. When the whistle blew and that band was released, I took off. I flew! I wish I could explain the feeling I get while running, but no words can describe it. My first mile I kicked out in 6:12 minutes. HOLY COW! It was short lived though, that glass of milk I had the night before hit me. Dairy doesn't like me when I run. So I avoid it at all cost when running. But last night I just couldn't say no. Lesson learned. Mile 1.5 came and it felt as though I got punched in the stomach. I seriously considered giving up milk for good as I walked a good portion of mile 2.
The race didn't turn out exactly how I wanted. But something better happened. My favorite part of the race was my little niece and nephew Evelyn and Richard. They came out to cheer me on. I saw them standing at about the half way point (just about the time the milk hit me) and I ran up to get a high five. Evelyn understand the gesture, but Rich had a little trouble. He looked at my hand, then looked up at me and back at my hand. Not exactly sure what to do he grabbed my arm in the tightest hug.
Oh Rich.
After I met them I did end up slowing to a walk. After I felt my troubles were under control I started running again. It was a lot slower pace. I came to the finish line, I knew Mom and Dad would be there. I had a hard time looking up. I was a little embarrassed at my performance and I knew my Mom knew I would be disappointed in myself. I couldn't look up, I was ashamed. But as I finally got the courage to look up, I saw that little Richie. He had the biggest smile on his face and he was saying "GO Paiger!"
It wasn't about my time. It wasn't about being the best. Or about having to walk. All that mattered was that I was there. Little Richie, a 2 year old, got that. And he helped me see it too.
It was a good race. Thanks Rich. I love you and will miss your little hugs. You too Evelyn.
