Fourth

Yipee!
I survived my first foot race...a one miler on the Fourth of July.
My daughter was my inspiration..."Little Miss Speedy" as her friends call her.
I was pretty nervous before race time.
I've only been running for the last month, I think, I can't keep track of anything anymore.
Could I make it up the hill of the first half of the race?
Could I run the whole way or would I woos out and walk like an old ninny?
I ran the whole way!
I kept pace with my friend, who has placed first in her age group year after year, but she accelerated at the top of the hill to twenty feet in front of me for the rest of the race.
I thought that I could catch her on the downhill but she was stride for stride even with my pace and I couldn't kick it into another gear like my daughter can.
My friend, who just two weeks ago, entered my same age bracket, I knew would knock me out of a possible ribbon placement. Do I have to be so competitive?
But I was the next runner in our age group behind her and came in fourth for my bracket.
I was excited and motivated to try harder next year.
The amazing thing is that I'm not sore today.
That makes me feel like I had a little mini victory of being healthy.
The best part of all
was being able to share an experience
like that with my daughter,
who came in second in her age group.