What a wonderful thing!
Yesterday was the Zoo Run Run, the annual 5k through the Nashville Zoo.
This was a run chosen by my beloved massage therapy school posse in an effort to show that the caretakers take care of themselves too! We preach health and fitness and nutrition and stress reduction every day to our clients, and it is past time for us to live what we teach.
The squeeze and I had registered for the race together, but business took him to California for the week, so I ended up with an extra registration. I also ended up with the grandson for a sleepover Friday night. When I offered him the opportunity, he was ALL. FOR. IT!! After all, as he reminded me when I ordered him a Little Boy’s Hot Chocolate from Starbucks, “Gammy, I’m not a little boy. I’m 8”.
So after Friday night’s Snacks n Movie on the big couch (Cheerios and milk, and Stand By Me), and after helping me do some work at my gym on Saturday morning, into our warmest running gear and off to the zoo we went.
First thing was registration, checking in to get our race bibs and tshirts.
Then it was visiting vendors, and seeing runners in animal costumes, or animals in runner costumes, picking up a few freebies, and petting the animals brought out for just that.
Then we had a few minutes to stretch before they called us to line up with 2000 of our closest friends, and it was time to get our Zoo Run on!
3…2…1…GO! We shot right out of the corral at, well, a fast crawl, til the crowd spread out a little, then it was full speed ahead. My race strategy was this: I was sure I could outrun him, even if I am a little older, so I was going to let him run til he was tired, then we would walk/run the remainder of the race. That’s exactly the strategy we implemented, but we added a few short stops for animal pics.
Then we came upon the elephants – they were magnificent!
Then it was the kangaroos, then an ostrich, the zebras, the cats, and finally the flamingoes!
Then, in one final, reserve burst of speed and energy, he tore across the finish line, arms raised in victory, cheered on by the crowd!
I am so proud of the little guy, and we’re already talking about our next race. I once made a promise to my kids that whatever they would allow me to participate in with them, I would do my very best to do. That promise has taken me to the top of black diamond slopes, down rapids that scare the hell out of me, to runway fashion shows, and up rock walls. Now I’ve made the same promise to my grand. I can’t think of a better way to stay healthy than that.
Thanks for reading!