This morning I ran the Angels 5k. With a later than normal start (9:00 am) and the proximity of the race, I was able to take my time waking up, drinking my coffee, and heading out the door. It was nice not to be driving before the sun woke up =)
There were a little under 200 people running the 5k. The course was relatively flat, save for one decent hill at the beginning. Now, this is the kind of hill that is really fun to drive in the car (you know that feeling when you "lose your stomach?" oooh yeah!).
But running? Not so much. It came at at the end of the first mile and pretty much did me in. I just wasn't feeling it today. I was tired from the start and I just didn't feel like making myself want to die in this 5k (running 3 miles at a suicide pace is way harder than people think!).
As we came up to the first hill, this little kid (seriously- I've seen trophies that were taller than this dude) started saying "oh no! a hill! hills are scary! hills are hard!" And I thought maybe, just maybe the disdain for running up hills is an innate trait, not a learned one.
Knowing how young and gullible kids are, I told him "nah- it's not that hard! you can do it!" Then he changed his tune to "ok hill- I can do it!" Then I powered up the hill and he fell behind.
Less than a minute after clearing the hill, the midget runs past me and says "I'm passing you again!" and that's the last I saw of him.
Kids just say the darnedest things, don't they?
I finished with a respectable time of 26:15, snatching 2nd in my age group. These small town races are really spoiling me =)
Come back tomorrow for my Leprechaun 8k race recap!
Have you ever had a little kid beat you in a race?
If "geezered" is being passed by an old person, what is the term for being passed by a kid?