But I got pretty misty eyed after my race today.
I forgot to start my watch on time (a little focused on not getting trampled at the starting line), but I killed my time from last week and beat my goal of an under 30 minute 5k.
My son came with me this week as my husband is crewing for a swimmer today. The boy never left the car, but I was able to park the car right at the finish line, so the slug saw me finish (no photo, however, as that would’ve required him to lift his arms). My son actually used the word “awesome” to describe my finish, eschewing his usual teenaged ennui.
I came in 3rd place in my age division (and no, there were not only 3 people in my division, which was my son’s quip. Specifically, he said, “There’s that many old hags running? Good for you!” Twerp). I got a ribbon. In all my life, I never came close to getting an award for my athletic ability.
It’s never too late.