After my mission, I was running a lot. I was a faster runner than some people, but not nearly as fast as the professionals. While buying a new pair of running shoes, I heard about a Halloween race in American Fork. In the AF race, the runners run through the cemetery at dusk. The race sounded like fun, so I decided to sign up and run the race.
When the race started, I took off running. After the first minute or so, the lead pack (about 10 guys) pulled a head of everyone else. Between me and the lead pack was one guy, and then everyone else was behind me. After a few minutes, the lead pack got further and further a head. So, I kept my eyes on the guy in front of me. After about two and a half miles, the lead pack went up a hill, and then disappeared. As I approached the top of the hill, I noticed that a runner could only go right or left. The guy in front of me went right towards the cemetery entrance, so I followed him. In an effort to show my manliness, I decided to pass the guy in front of me. I felt good as I ran through the cemetery, but could not see the lead pack anywhere. As I came out of the cemetery, I ran through the running shoot. Surprised, I looked down at my watch. When I saw the time, I thought to myself, “No way, I can’t run 3.5 miles that fast.” Suddenly the guy that I had past in the cemetery came running threw the shoot, and then said, “Oh no, I took a wrong turn!” Now everything made since, he took a wrong turn and I followed him. I then realized that I was the first person to go threw the shoot, so I was the WINNER, or the accidental cheater. I looked behind me, and I realized that all those people behind me had followed me as I followed the guy who took the wrong turn. But, because I was the first one to cross the finish line, everyone would think that it was my fault. A little embarrassed, I decided to sneak over to my car and get out of their before the race officials had the chance to talk to me. As I got near my car, suddenly I saw the lead pack come around the corner headed for the finish line. I didn’t wait to see who the real winner was, but I am sure that the fast guys were a little surprised when they got to the finish line and saw that about 40 runners had finished a head of them. By the way, the race never did send me my first place ribbon!
When the race started, I took off running. After the first minute or so, the lead pack (about 10 guys) pulled a head of everyone else. Between me and the lead pack was one guy, and then everyone else was behind me. After a few minutes, the lead pack got further and further a head. So, I kept my eyes on the guy in front of me. After about two and a half miles, the lead pack went up a hill, and then disappeared. As I approached the top of the hill, I noticed that a runner could only go right or left. The guy in front of me went right towards the cemetery entrance, so I followed him. In an effort to show my manliness, I decided to pass the guy in front of me. I felt good as I ran through the cemetery, but could not see the lead pack anywhere. As I came out of the cemetery, I ran through the running shoot. Surprised, I looked down at my watch. When I saw the time, I thought to myself, “No way, I can’t run 3.5 miles that fast.” Suddenly the guy that I had past in the cemetery came running threw the shoot, and then said, “Oh no, I took a wrong turn!” Now everything made since, he took a wrong turn and I followed him. I then realized that I was the first person to go threw the shoot, so I was the WINNER, or the accidental cheater. I looked behind me, and I realized that all those people behind me had followed me as I followed the guy who took the wrong turn. But, because I was the first one to cross the finish line, everyone would think that it was my fault. A little embarrassed, I decided to sneak over to my car and get out of their before the race officials had the chance to talk to me. As I got near my car, suddenly I saw the lead pack come around the corner headed for the finish line. I didn’t wait to see who the real winner was, but I am sure that the fast guys were a little surprised when they got to the finish line and saw that about 40 runners had finished a head of them. By the way, the race never did send me my first place ribbon!
1 comment:
This is why I always stay at the back of the race. I could totally come in first with my lightening speed, but I am afraid of leading the group the wrong direction. Thanks for the laugh!
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