I thought that this image was kind of interesting. It made me wonder since the toiletries are labeled so boldly, what would happen if you used them in the wrong place. Maybe, it's some type of subtle warning.
That night we drove back up to Fortuna so we could be in Ferndale early in the morning for the run we were to enter. We had plans to enter the Foggy Bottom Milk Run. This is a run that Randy and Andrew had run when they were about 10 and 12 years old. At the time Sandi and I didn't run in it. Well, this time it was our turn. Our 4.1 mile run was to start at 2:00 so we had plenty of time to scope the competition out. The bad news is that I lined up in the wrong place. All the cows had numbered tags so I thought that this would be a good place to start. But still I thought to myself, "I can outrun these heifers easily!" I soon figured out that maybe I was at the wrong starting line when all they wanted to do was chase me. Do I really look that much like a steer?
Well, after we found the real starting line we had to formulate a plan. I told Sandi that I probably couldn't run the entire 4.1 miles, in fact, so to pace myself and save my energy for a kick at the end, I'd warm up the first 4 miles by walking and then sprint the last .1 mile. I figured that since the only training I had done to prepare for this run was to walk to the starting line (quickly), that would be a prudent approach.
In a way it was somewhat like a dogsled race. If you're not lead dog, the view is all the same. Let's just say that I wasn't the lead of anything, so there was plenty views of what a dog sees if they're not the lead.
But, sometimes anger can serve to motivate a person, namely me. There was this older couple with white hair that were also running the race, at least I think they were a couple. No, there's nothing wrong with white hair, it's just that they were ahead of me for most of the run. I'd run for awhile and pass them, then I'd walk and they'd pass me. That went on for most of the race until I took matters into my own hands. I pulled a NASCAR move on the lady. All the NASCAR fans out there would be very proud. I waited for an inside corner and took the outside. I pulled in real close and knocked her into the ditch and rolled on out of there. I think it's called a 'bump and roll' in the NASCAR lingo. Anyway, I ran for a long time after that and crossed the finish line much before she did. That'll show some 70 year-old lady that she can't beat me.
Anyway, it was a successful day that was followed by a sore day, but that's OK, it was still a good weekend. Randy and Claudia invited us over for shish-ka-bobs. MmmMmmm good. One of those weekends where it's good to get back to work so I can get some much needed rest.
Jim
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