There is one very fundamental thing each runner must do in order to finish a race. They must start. So perhaps I should have titled this post, “My first RSUBDNS.” Not familiar with that acronym? It’s short for – registered and showed up, but did not start. Oh by the way, this is my Lollipop 5K race recap.
I really really really wanted to have a positive Girls on the Run experience. I fully support their purpose. They get young girls out running, and I like that. They help them train for a 5K and give them a lollipop at the end. I really like that. So I suppose I will have to be content knowing that the little ones had a good time today.
I, on the other hand, did not. I was a tad leery after the practice run; the run buddies outnumbered the girls 3 to 1. But I was hopeful when I received an email this week with the name of the girl I was to run with this morning.
As usual, I arrived on location super early. I was, in fact, the very first run buddy to sign in. I wandered around for a bit taking pictures before settling in by the Lake Merritt sign.
Awhile later the coaches arrived, and soon thereafter, the girls did too. Well, some of them did.
I waited with the group for about an hour, during which time I was asked to run with “this girl” and then, “or maybe that girl.” I was asked to run with the girl planning to run with her Dad. And then the girl running with her brother. Finally, I was asked to run with the two girls that were lost and hadn’t arrived yet. Each time I replied by saying, “Sure. I’ll run with anyone. Just let me know. It’s no problem.”
And it wasn’t a problem…until the race started. I asked one of the coaches if I should wait behind for the girls that weren’t there yet. She said yes. And took off. I stood there for a few minutes, wondering if she would come back. When she didn’t, I started down the race course and bumped into another coach.
She was with one girl who had just arrived and on the phone with the other. Again, I asked if I should wait. She looked at me, mumbled something into the phone about “buddy”(in Spanish), grabbed the present girl’s hand, and (deja vu) took off. I was shocked. I wandered around for another 10 minutes or so, contemplating how I was to find a girl I have never met and convince her parents to trust me (a stranger) with their daughter. I can only imagine how that conversation would go…
“Hola! My llamo Laura…er…quiero una cerveza??” With that, I decided to forego the finish line and go home.
And that is how I spent four hours and $10 in bridge tolls today.