Gulf Winds Track Club holds a mile track race each August, accompanied by pancakes, and punctuated with the “Hamstring 100” race. I was fortunate enough to participate in all three this year: the mile, the pancakes, the 100 (not in that order!). As a souvenir, each of us got this sticker, which reminded me of this recent blog, which questioned whether a “3.1” car sticker had been sufficiently “earned.” I can only imagine how the writer would feel about a “1.0” but I love mine!
This summer, which started off with me vowing to work so hard I would look spent, has ended up with me limping in to the figurative finish line. Right around the time I started doing turnover drills in early July, my plantar fasciitis started to act up. Weeks later, a chiropractor who eventually said “go get different inserts at the running shoe store” after sucking up several copays for ultrasound treatments, and many ice packs/heating pads later, finds me without any drastic improvement to brag about.
But I do have this great memory of yesterday’s mile: finishing neck and neck with my son (he was so psyched to have found used racing flats at Play It Again Sports):
and this great memory of being invited to participate in the club’s annual “Hamstring 100 Invitational” (I still don’t grasp the math/logarithm that got me invited but it was a thrill to participate, to come in 4th (yes #’s 5 and 6 are in their 70’s but let’s not split hairs here!)), and a lovely bouquet of roses (the male competitors in the Hamstring 100 get hams).
Wife of one, Mom of two, Friend of many. My pronouns are she/her/hers.