Yesterday 13,000 people ran the IOA Corporate 5k at Lake Eola in Downtown Orlando. I was not one of those runners. I was on the sidelines cheering on my friends and co-workers and trying to keep my spirits up. It was only a 5k I told myself, but it was still hard... some of those friends and co-workers were running that race because of me and there I was on the sidelines... still on the mend.
My boss and I ran the OUC 5k back in December together and at the 3 mile mark when I started to sprint, as per the norm, I gunned past him only for him to refuse to be beat by a girl and kicked it up a notch himself... beating me by mear seconds. He has held that race against me ever since... last night's race was supposed to be our "rematch". Instead I whooted and hollared "GO BOSSMAN" as he went sprinting past...
My friend Lazy Runner was there... he finished in the top 20... he thought I was running in it and decided to run it. Instead I promised to be his personal cheerleader....
My night job manager came to me for training advice and challeneged me to a duel... the whole night job crew dressed up like a bunch of retards and did the race together, I was so jealous that I finally could've had someone else to dress up with me for a race for once... instead I cheered for them as they passed...
And with that I learned to be a race supporter, even if I was dripping with jealousy and cursing my bum leg. There's always next year.
I have one more week of doctor ordered rest... but staying true to my stubborn self I'm going to see how a mile loop around the lake goes today... keep your fingers crossed for me.
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