Me and my neighbor decided that it was time to start running again, and our first mission was a 5k. I wake up Saturday morning about 15 minutes before I needed to be loaded up with two running strollers, two babies and my neighbor and niece. Needless to say we got a little bit of a late start. We put the peddle to the metal and hurried up to the start....only like 8 minutes late, and hurried and slammed our babies into their strollers and ran to what we thought was the beginning. Anyone who lives in Northern Utah would know that Saturday was not a pretty day. In fact, while we were loading up, the first of many SNOW (I know, what is the effing date?) anyway, it was not a great day to do anything but sit inside and watch the Saturday morning toons.
We saw an officer sitting in his car blocking the traffic and we asked him if the place we were was the starting line, he politely nodded (I am sure he was hiding his laughter at the three stupid, late girls and their sad infants who showed up late.) So we started running and suddenly the pack of on time runners were coming straight for us. They were also hiding their laughter and were too consumed with their running rhythm or the pumping beat of Justin Timberlake on their I-Pods that they never told us we were going the wrong way. After a few strides, we decided to finally stop someone and ask if this was the way they had started the race as well and low and behold, it was not. So what to do, keep running despite the fact that we couldn't feel our fingers anymore, the fact that Addison was bawling by then, and the fact that we had no idea where we were running to....or just join the pack? We chose the latter.
So the 5k turned into a .5k but still counts right? So does cheating on a run resort in Hell or just cellulite? I guess we will all see.
Of course, the best part was the giant breakfast that we enjoyed for our hard effort. Addi was awesome once we got their and began using my hash browns as confetti all over the restaurant! I love races!