Today I ran a 5K race at the incredibly beautiful Brookgreen Gardens.  The money raised benefited the Brookgreen Zoo, a worthy cause.   190 people participated.

When that pistol was shot (why do they still do that anyway; it causes unnecessary smoke we inhale as we go by), the runners sped across that starting line like loaded guided missiles.  The famous ones who win every race (show-offs!) did not impress me, although I must confess to a tinge of jealousy.  I mean, just why do you need to run THAT fast? 

In my book, the winner of the race was a thirty some year old mother pushing a stroller with a relatively large toddler in it.  She placed in the top 10% (she beat my time).  She did it with a smile on her face and toddler still intact. 

I came in second for my age group, which was no consolation for my lousy time, never mind that I shaved some years off my age...   The person I want to beat next year is the woman pushing the stroller!  Surely by then, her toddler will be old enough to... 

jog!

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