Early in 2011 Tyler and I decided to train for a 5K together, a little Mother/Son bonding time. We got up and ran every morning at 5:30 and in May of 2011 we ran in the Pear Run. It was fabulous! A great race and we loved our t-shirts. It was so much fun we vowed to "do it again next year". It got hot, really hot. School let out. We stopped getting up at 5:30 to run. We got out of shape (and by 'we' I mean the Mom half of the team, the son is always in shape) BUT in the spring of 2012 I got an email reminding me to sign up for this year's Pear Run. So I did. We didn't train as much as we should have but we thought we'd be okay. The day before the run it was raining. A lot. Dan said, "Do you think you'll end up having a race tomorrow?" I replied "rain doesn't shut down races, jeez Dan, it's not a baseball game, we can handle the mud."
At 5:00 the next morning I got up, it was not just raining, it was storming. Hmmm, would they really cancel a 5K? For rain? No way. Yep. They did. The really sad thing is that by 7:30 it was GORGEOUS! I mean seriously the best weather we'd had in a loooong time. That perfect 'right after a rain storm when you can run forever because the air is so crisp and clean' kind of weather. I secretly declared that I would have set a PR that day the weather was so awesome. Alas, we will never know.
Here's the kicker. Later that week I put on my race shirt, just because. Nobody else had to know the race didn't happen. Besides, I paid good money for it, I was going to wear it. I was doing some chores and kept smelling something icky...like sour milk or baby puke...I thought maybe I needed to do more chores to find the source but the harder I worked the stronger I smelled the smell. What? How could I be missing the source. Other people in the family started to comment. "Ewww, what's that smell?" "Do you smell barf?" "Something stinks in our house." Etc. I reached my shoulder up to scratch my nose without using my hands and discovered the source. THE SHIRT! Ewww! At first I thought maybe someone had used my brand new race shirt to clean up a milk spill and then just not washed it. So I washed it. And washed it. And washed it. THREE times I washed it, with oxi clean. There was no milk spill involved. It was just a stinky shirt! I finally tossed it in the trash.
Soooooooo, after all was said and done I made a nice donation to the Pearland City Police Department and all I have to show for it is this blog post.
I don't even live in Pearland.
I hate it when stuff like that happens! Good for you though, training for a 5k.
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