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Reading Camps of the
Episcopal Diocese of
The 5K course at Coldstream Park is an old friend. I’ve trained there a couple of times, and raced there once before, straining both my Achilles tendons while trying to catch a couple of shapely coeds who were walking away from me when I pulled up lame. Mrs. P and Mum both agreed that it served me right. This time, I stuck to my own pace. I was tempted by neither tailwind nor tight shorts, and I finished strong.
|Starting with the young'uns|
|Where would Bluegrass runners |
be without John's?
|Jake makes a friend.|
|Turning in my tag after the finish. That's how they know |
they don't have to send the dogs out to find you.
The young lady behind me gave me a pat on the back. "You did a great job! My goal was to not lose sight of you, but you almost lost me in the last turn." I smiled and said something about how she should set more ambitious goals, but it made me feel good just the same. Although they practice a very solitary sport, I have found runners to be the kindest, most supportive people.
|That? Why, yes. That is a|
snot bubble. Thanks for asking.