|Mental P. Mama, CBW, and Baby Sis|
post-race at the Manteo waterfront.
Sunday I joined fellow bloggers Mental Pause Mama, Ann Marie, and my very own, one-of-a-kind Baby Sis in the OBX Half Marathon which started in
The short version of the experience: We thrived, we survived
(To put this into a bit of perspective, however, the winner of the full marathon ran 26 miles in 2 hours and 29 minutes. In other words, we were jogging at a snail's pace. But we were jogging!)
|CBW and MPM|
The weather could not have been more perfect. A bit chilly in the morning but no wind and not a cloud in the sky. After the sun rose, things warmed up but not enough to be oppressive even while jogging nonstop for
|MPM and Baby Sis|
Somewhere early on, Baby Sis and I parted ways with MPM. She has a stress fracture from a few years back and had to take it easy. She completed the entire race, though, even if her foot was aching terribly afterwards.
Baby Sis and I then embarked on an adventure that can only be described as hilarious. I swear there is something in our genes that attracts hilarity, inanity, insanity, humor, comedy, dysfunction, and gas in everything we do.
(Yes, I said gas. No, I don't mean gasoline.)
As if we needed anything extra to make us laugh, since we laughed pretty much the whole 3-hour drive to the Outer Banks on Saturday, Sunday's race provided the opportunity for us to acknowledge, humor, coddle, encourage, and embrace our
Somewhere between miles 5 and 7, give or take, we found ourselves jogging through a very lovely sound side neighborhood. During this particular part of the race there were no (or rather very few) roadside spectators cheering us on, nobody ringing a cowbell, no DJs with music blaring as could be found in other parts of the race.
No, this part of the route was just pure silence except for the plodding of feet on the pavement
And then it happened.
Just as we're starting to relax and get into a groove with this whole test of endurance, in the middle of a crowd of silent joggers, the man in front of Baby Sis passed some gas.
Actually, that is an understatement. I'm not convinced gas was the only thing passed. Regardless, jasmine and gardenias most definitely were not involved.
Anyway, we seemed to be the only ones in the whole crowd who (a) heard what happened; (b) acknowledged what happened; (c) found what happened to be more than mildly amusing; (d) nearly fell off the course trying to restrain our laughter while moving forward; (e) can't seem to stop talking about it as the highlight of the event; (f) are still cracking ourselves up talking about it.
Clearly we lead a sheltered life. Also, we may need to grow up. After all, we're in our 40s for gosh sakes.
(But where's the fun in growing up?)
|CBW and Baby Sis, between Miles 9 and 10, giddy from everything,|
including my new favorite thing, Gu Gel.
Photo Stolen from Phyllis M. on Facebook.
I had so much fun doing this, it's one of the highlights of my adult life (so far). I encourage anyone who is able to walk to consider participating in some sort of organized event. (Actually walking is not even a requirement as there were wheelchair participants.) I am not a distance runner, never have been, but it isn't about how you finish or when you finish or even if you finish. It's about the journey to the finish line, who you're with, and everything that happens along the way. Like noticing the scent of flowers, or seeing someone you know (Hi, Phyllis!) on the sidelines cheering you on. Or spontaneously dancing. Or laughing hysterically with your sister.
It's all about the journey.
Just like life I suppose.
|Wright Memorial Bridge leading from mainland NC to Outer Banks.|