In direct contrast with Karin’s really great congratulations-worthy thanks-of-the-day, my thank you is not about how I persevered and ran a race, but how my friend did for me. Pathetic on so many levels.
How ironic that for the first time in my life I began really enjoying exercise and when I signed up for my first 10K, I broke my foot. I’m not even sure how I did it. Either the stress fracture came from my new running shoes, or maybe from accidentally kicking the baby gate in the dead of night on my way to the kitchen for a bottle for the 100th time. I’m leaning toward the baby gate scenario…Maybe it’s just bad luck, or maybe it’s God’s way of telling me he likes me resembling a pork sausage. Regardless, I knew I couldn’t hobble six miles to the finish line.
Since Grey was already running in the race, I gave our friend, Hunter, my bib so at least someone could get some use out of it. A little bit about Hunter: he’s the fittest person I know. He’s like a gazelle, maybe a jaguar or lynx. He does triathlons and marathons without even training for them and wins.
I wasn’t even thinking about that when I suggest he run in my place. I didn’t realize his results would be reported as mine. But seeing as he kicked ass — I’m thrilled! It was even printed in one local newspaper that “Arlington’s Stacey Pfarr, 31, covered the course in 42:11, seventh among women.”