Yesterday, I ran the Northfield, MN Jingle Bell Run 5K. It was wonderful! It was in the upper 20s and warming up. As you can see, the sun was shinning and we were all ready to go. (I'm in black with a blue scarf) My wonderful husband and Skeeter the Wonder Dog were there to cheer me on. Skeeter wasn't so sure about it all, but he did like the attention he was getting.
Races in Northfield hold significant memories for me. You'd think they'd be wonderful, but they aren't. The first 5K I did here was 3 years ago in the fall. I had been battling a bad back all summer, and didn't run very much. I was the first time I had to walk during my 5K races. It seemed like the hills were HUGE. The next year, I ran with my friend Kari. She told me not to worry and pick someone who I knew I could pass and beat. She picked on for me... a blind man. At about 2 miles I heard a click, click, click... Before I knew it, the blind man passed me. It still hurts.
So, I'm ready to go (2 years later). We are begin the race and I look to my right and who do I see? The blind man!!! You can see him in that picture. I was filled with dread. At 1.5 km, he passed me again. So, to mark this tragic occasion I took his picture to prove to Kari that this had happened again!
In spite of all this, I had a blast and felt really good about it all. I'd wanted to do this run for 4 years, and it was worth it! Too bad my next race isn't until Mother's Day. I may have to find another somewhere soon.
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