Gray skies hung like a huge, thick wool blanket over St.Louis—only there was no warmth.  Ironically it was the coldest day of this winter season.  Blustery wind gusts in combination with a fine mist made the day just lovely for an 8:30 AM  5K run.  What was I thinking when I committed to this?

Upon our arrival at the race site, my overactive, psychologically insecure bladder drove me indoors to a long line of now overheated, perspiring competitors, ALL the age of my children and grandchildren.  Oh the fun—NOT.

My youngest goddaughter and I finished at the end of the pack—my dear friend Laurie Beth was the clear winner of the group at 33+ minutes.  This is a woman who was annoyed when I told her that she needed to run when we played racquetball back in the ‘70’s.
My oldest goddaughter was stellar in her first race—I hope it is not her last.

Following in the footsteps of my AgingButDangerous cohort Jean, I am hanging up my competitive shoes and will return to my personally gratifying exercise regimen—no more races—BUT, I accomplished my goal.   Thank the Lord no one came forward with a live turkey—I was a big enough turkey for all involved.