I'm going to miss the 20th annual running of A Midsummer Night Run. Isn't that a wonderful name for a 5K race? As it sometimes occurs, too many things happening on the same weekend.
I have been running in the Midsummer since 2000. It was the first race Joe and I ever ran. I cannot begin to tell you all how it feels to cross finish line the first time. Euphoric is a good word. Even thought I feel bad about missing it, I am not ready at all to run three miles! I did begin to train again but incurred an injury about a week ago. I was watching TV and this fitness guru came on and told us how jumping rope burned the same amount of calories in 10 to 15 minutes as running did in a half hour. Being the big show off that I am, I got out Joe's jump rope and proceeded to show him how I earned the title of Jump Rope Chmapion in grammar school! The next morning, getting out of the car.....Jesus, Mary and Joseph! What have I done to my HIP!!!!!! My pesky right hip was on the disabled list ..... again. Not the first time I have injured the hip. As a matter of fact, I thought I had arthritis in that hip and endured years of pain! Actually it was just a simple joint inflammation cured with ibuprofen!!!
What I will miss the most will be the little kids vying for the title of Fastest Kid in Lexington. They have hundreds of kids in various age groups all running the 100 yard dash in heats. It is so much fun to watch them. I was positioned close to the street taking pictures when one group, they must have been the five years olds, took off running. They really have not mastered the concept of competition just yet. They have a tendency to look at each other, wave at the crowd, stop dead in their tracks, or just quit right before the finish line. Good entertainment.
One small kid tripped right in front of me! Fell flat on his face! He laid there in the prone position with his little face kissing the asphalt. I believe he was thinking, "If I don't move no one will see me." Me and the gentlemen next to me went under the crowd restraint to rush to him. We rolled him over and he still do not move. He appeared dazed and humiliated and in "statue" mode. His father was there in amatter of seconds and picked him up. That little man was a real trooper, and shed not one tear.
I'm going to really miss all that.
I'm going to be in Dublin, Ohio at the Irish Festival!