|This was the back of all the uniforms |
of one of the other teams
I even reminded him that in the marathon that I ran the fastest, the one that I beat my long time goal I actually finished dead last. Naw, didn't help either.
But today I made him feel good. His meet had a Masters Division. Grown ups got to run. I honestly did not run my hardest. I am running a marathon in 4 weeks and have a 20 mile training run scheduled for tomorrow, so I am not really gonna bang out my fastest 5K. But I did run hard.
I finished 19 out of 21 starters. However, I finished last among males and about 4 minutes behind the man in front of me. I did not care. I had a great time. I worked up a good sweat. I was kept on course by some of the same kids that I used to help. I even got my name called by the Race Director when I finished. And heard the whole roaring crowd thing (on a small scale.)
Yea, I had a great time, and my son saw me finish. I showed him the print out of the results. I showed him that I was the last guy to finish. Then he understood that winning isn't everything.