|My first racing bib!|
AKA my badge of courage. I have mentioned that I am new to running. During my senior year in high school, I tore my ACL during a gymnastics competition. It was a partial tear, and medicine had no remedy for that injury 35 years ago. Since then, I’ve been pretty active skiing and fishing, but my PT training told me that running, or any other excessive weight bearing activity, was not the exercise of choice for me. Funny, I was perfectly at peace with that limitation until I turned the big 5-0. The literally hundreds of stories I’d heard from racers, my patients, finally caught up with my psyche (or maybe it was my EGO). I realized that I was no longer content stretching, rubbing, analyzing ( see “PT Tips to Selecting Your Next Running Shoe”) and prepping others for that big race day. And it occurred to me that if I waited too much longer, my shot, my time of opportunity, would have permanently passed me by. The final push came during a trip to Walt Disney World last August. My boys and I had dinner at Japan’s Teppan Edo, and true to Teppanyaki-style dining, were seated with another group. These gents were veteran marathoners, and told us that no one does racing like Disney. How could we resist? I got to cross an item off the proverbial bucket list, and we got to book another Disney vacation before we even got home! On January 7th, my son and I donned our bibs, ran the 5K, and got to see the sun rise over that same Japanese Pavilion. It was very, very good.
|There! Can’t you spot us?? (We’re about 20 rows back- third from the right…)|
Since this was such a momentous “first” for us, we wanted to document every second of the adventure. Race Day was the first day with my new Flip camcorder. Naturally, I couldn’t run with my reading glasses on. Therefore, instead of filming, the camera was on standby for the entire race. What you see above is the solitary image we have to immortalize our journey. My BAD.
|Pasta in the Park Party (complete with black light effects)|
This photo reminds me of a sad Peter Max painting. We all have ghoulish coloring, but I swear, we only had one beer each. The pasta and the company was superb. We were on top of the world; we were finally runners. Clearly, we did not care how we looked- good, bad or ugly…