And we're off...
All the little airmen and soldiers take off, and we lose sight of them by the first turn.
We pass one of the final crossroads before a really big bridge that goes over the highway (cool, a hill) and as I walk past this really good-lookin' cop I tell him, "shoot me, please." He just smiled and said, "you're almost there." I said, "No, really. Shoot me." My daughter grabs my hand and starts pulling me up the overpass. My heart is beating 437 times a minute, I can no longer see anything, and by now, my hair is nothing but frizz in the front from sweating. On the upside, it was a very cool morning, so it actually was pleasant.
We get into sight of the finish line, the little ladies behind us moving steadily. I am NOT going to come in last on my first 5K, dammit. I'm moving, I'm breathing, I'm trying to keep up. Then we hit victory lane. We have the obligatory judge at the beginning who does the pity clap for those of us who have finally decided to show up. I start giggling hysterically thinking, "great, I'm gonna pass out on victory lane and these old ladies are gonna beat me." Fabulous.
Then the crowd sees us. (Yes, everyone else who finished the race half an hour ago who have been standing around waiting patiently for the awards.) They start clapping and cheering. You know me... I do a Rocky Balboa, hands in the air, high-steppin' jaunt and the crowd goes wild. With laughter. I check my time as I cross the finish line; someone snaps my picture (For the love of all that's holy, please don't publish that picture ANYWHERE.) and am greeted by one of the race folks who wants the ankle bracelet. I stop in my tracks, put my ankle out (ain't no way I'm gonna be able to lean over and take that thing off!) and she starts unstrapping. I start falling and put my hand on her back to keep from going down and we both laugh...
We're walkin' around stretchin', gulping down water, and just generally slaphappy from bein' so tired... good Christ, you'd think we ran a 10K or somethin'. The little Army and Air Force brats are hangin' out, actin' cool. Day in the park. Pssht.
All in all, about 150 runners/walkers. Decent turnout. Absolutely a great cause! (Buying Kevlar blankets for the deployed Heroes.)
And the final rundown is:
18.27 minutes a mile.
20 minutes a mile.
Finish the race.
Not in last place.
Mission Accomplished. Good Job Angel.
We get home about 1p, I crash on the couch for about 2 hours, til it's time to get up for work. I sit up, push myself off the couch, and I kid you not, it takes me 7 steps before I can fully straighten... oh it's gonna be a long night at the bar.
And then the phone call about my son... 6.5 hours in the Jeep... 2 hour nap at the ex's, 5 hours in the Jeep trying to sleep on the passenger side. (Um, yea.)
Today, 3 days later, I am able to walk without making weird faces and sucking in my breath. All in all, it was a good thing. Check one off the list o' stuff I want to do and will never, ever attempt with my silly ass again...