I miss hearing Paul Harvey. Dad and I would listen to him every Friday when I was growing up. I'm wondering if I am an old soul born in the wrong decade. I even mention "Good Day" with the annunciation that Paul had and people look at me funny.
So here is "the rest of the story".
On Sunday, I checked the website for my chip time. This was a large race and no way on Earth would I have placed. I was just curious what my official time was. Scrolling scrolling scrolling. I was starting to get frustrated thinking somehow I was lost and didn't have an official record or time.
And then I found myself. 50 MINUTES!!! Say what???? I don't even walk that slow!!! Was the sweat in my eyes causing me to see 35??? What was going on? I asked Josh again if he had clocked me correctly. He said he started his watch the second I ran across the start line. So I shot an email to the event director.
Monday I got an email back asking me to call her as she didn't understand what could have gone wrong. Phone tag later, I finally talked to a human and we figured that my chip malfunctioned somewhere. She said they could go back and watch the tapes. At that point I didn't care anymore. I ran hard and I have my own memories to prove it.
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