The late start of 12:45pm might as well have been 7am. Waking, feeding, and dressing four kids, all the while
Her enthusiasm was uncontainable.
The starting line was right outside the library. We hung out at the back because my daughter's "knees" were bothering her (meaning, she wanted to go back to bed). It looked like there were only fifty runners, maybe seventy-five. I was a bit disappointed and annoyed. I was expecting hundreds of participants. If I had known, perhaps I wouldn't have had that
third second glass of wine and perhaps I wouldn't have dragged my unwilling daughter along. I had a good chance of placing in the top three overall women. I coulda been a contender!!!
The race started and my daughter let me know that she was only going to run one mile. We ran down 25A and then made a right onto Route 110. It was a slow incline, but it made no difference because not even a quarter of a mile down, she stopped. I reluctantly stopped, too. We turned around and headed back to the finish. As we were walking back, the lead runners zipped past us. They were flying downhill. I wished I was with them until we came across a furniture shop giving away free hot dogs and I forgot all about them. But then I remembered I gave up pork eighteen months ago (dang it!) so I grabbed a couple for the kids.
We saw Pete waiting with his camera at the finish line. He wasn't happy to learn that we DNF'd, but not as unhappy as he would have been if we had paid two entrance fees instead of just one. While waiting for the parade, we met a retired NYPD cop wearing a Hood to Coast t-shirt. He ran it the year before I did. He also knew a lot of cops in common with Pete. The weather was perfect and the kids enjoyed the rest of the afternoon watching the bagpipers and fire trucks go by. Not a total loss.
UPDATE: Remember the stomach bug? No Monday morning 17 miler thanks to him (Like that was going to happen anyway......)