It is fortunate that pics are not only a visual experience because otherwise this one would be blasting out frigidly cold air that cause you to lose sensation in your toes.
In case you were wondering how the weather was on the Saturday after Veterans Day - sunny. And without our nice blanket of clouds, very chilly.
I made the last minute decision to sign Michael, Ben, Isaac, and myself up for a 5k hosted by our local running/walking group. They are a very welcoming and low-key group (the group, not my kids). We started the morning happy and excited.
I say 5k, but some us decided that was more of a "recommendation" or sort of a "starting point" rather than a definitive description of the race course.
See, the race course had been posted the night before and I sent it to Michael but neglected to suggest he screenshot it. And then, before we started, Scott talked us all through the race course giving us rather vague instructions like "turn left on Y---- at the Burger King". Or maybe those directions weren't vague, but the fastest runners were the worst listeners. Because ready, set, go and Michael, another XC kid, and the only adult male who "looked like a runner" (--Michael) sped off and then completely disregarded the directions both oral and visual. Ben was close behind them (more on that in a bit).
All that to say that in his first 5k race, Isaac crossed the finish line before both of his brothers. Honestly, I was shocked when I got the news, but it was true. Which isn't to say that Isaac didn't run a good race, because he did. I was also very surprised when he managed to run the first 0.7 miles without a break. I also learned that he can run and talk at the same time as he chatted away with everyone we came across.
So he finished before his brothers and was thrilled. As we crossed the finish line the mom of the other XC kid told me the boys hadn't made it back yet. So we waited and waited and waited.
And waited.
Eventually Ben came sprinting down the home stretch with the news that at the start of the race he and the others had NOT turned at the Burger King but kept going. Right into our neighborhood interestingly enough. When Ben got to the elementary school he realized they must be off the race course. Sadly, he could neither catch up to Michael nor yell louder than Michael's ear buds. At which point he turned around, got back on the course, and finished the race. The other XC kid finished too and said they'd gone a long way before turning around.
So we waited some more. And waited and waited and waited. The walkers crossed the finish line. The folks with strollers crossed the finish line. The group with really slow dogs crossed the finish line. Scott officially ended the race and started to thank the sponsors and hand out the raffle prizes.
Finally, Michael (and the other "runner" guy) ran into view and Scott welcomed them as the only half-marathon runners of the event! Turns out he was exaggerating only a little bit. They had run over 7.5 miles - awkwardly the fact that the sidewalk disappeared on the road they were on and they never saw any event sign didn't bother them for over 3.5 miles.
Michael had been hoping to place in the top 3 and to get a PR, but those will have to wait for another race. His approach of "just following the other runners" works better at XC meets where he's in the middle of the pack than a small, local 5k where there is only one or two runners ahead of him....and they don't know where they are going.
It was a fun morning and now we have a fun story to share.