The Biggest (and Happiest) Losers

Or…How to Lose a Race in Ten Ways…

#1 Planning

Planning for the Diva Half Marathon & 5K at St. Augustine was a breeze. My running partner, Laurie, would send me daily messages…

let’s stay here…

bam, I booked a room at this bed & breakfast…

let’s eat here…

ooh, actually, let’s stay on this boat; oh wait, I get seasick…

look at this Airbnb. Let’s stay here (can’t recommend this place enough!). We can make pizza to carb up– look at this recipe…

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The Tini Martini

let’s have drinks here…

dinner there…

let’s have pizza here—but I thought we were making pizza—yes, but I forgot this place makes the best pizza (and Pizza Time did)…

 

 

And I would go with the flow, and she would plan as she is wont to do because, let’s face it, she’s really good at it. I just had to pay for my half marathon entry and show up.

#2 Training

There must be training before running a half marathon. So when the race weekend arrived and we had done no training, we changed from the half marathon to a 5k—“downsized,” she called it.

I will have no problem if we just drink and eat and have fun and otherwise sleep through the 5k, I offered.

#3 Carb up the Night Before…and Wine?

The morning of the run, much wine consumed,

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The Social Lounge

Laurie’s eyebrows and some of her hair singed from the fire pit she lit, we may have, indeed, decided to sleep through the race if it weren’t for the bells ringing. The 6 am church bells ringing?

 

Was that your phone alarm, I asked.

I thought it was yours, she answered.

And we were up.

#4 Get to the Race on Time…and Coffee

We made it to the race early.

Let’s get coffee, I suggested.

Absolutely!

A Circle K, let’s see if they have donuts.

Nope.

coffeediva

 

Coffee in hand,

we were ready to go.

#5 Crossing the Start Line

And the best idea of all…

let’s be the last ones to cross the start line.

I thought Laurie said the finish line, and I was excited. I have this giant fear of coming in last. Every race, I would say to her, but what if we come in last? So the idea of coming in last on purpose was like facing my fears. Owning my fears.

We accomplished Laurie’s idea of crossing the start line last, deciding to also be the last to cross the finish line. We had a goal!

We sized up the group of four women who looked as if they had the same idea. We got this. You will not beat us. We will be the biggest (and happiest) losers ever!

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A Group of Four Women and One Solo Runner became Our Competition for Winning Last Place

They’re wrecking our flow, yo, Laurie said.

Two girls straggled upon us at the one mile marker, and we realized, to our great dismay, we were not the last to cross the start line. But I had a plan…

#6 Taking Pics…

We stopped at mile 1 to take pics.

You should take pics, I suggested to the late-comers.

Laurie looked at me funny. I knew she was wondering why I was allowing them to stop, wondering why I would want them to slow down even more.

Here, let me take pics of you. It’s the one mile marker.

And in one move of what appeared to be a helpful runner helping another runner commemorate her race, I had wasted time and spaced out the distance between us and the four women and the one solo runner. The two girls ran ahead. We were a sure thing for last place.

Or were we?

Last place, it turns out, is not an easy accomplishment. The four women after turning to look to see if we were still behind finally gave up and decided to move on. The solo woman, however, wanted it badly.

#7 Tying Shoes

We stopped so I could tie my shoe. It wasn’t untied.

#8 House Hunting

We stopped to take a listing for a house for sale.

#9 Chatting People up

We asked people cheering along the way if we could get a refill on our coffee. We stopped at the water station and helped them clean up.

We moved the giant orange cones off the race path. the_cones_we_moved

Rick from NYC riding a moped at the back of the race kept us company, and I like to think we kept him entertained. “You’re keeping me from going back to bed,” he said. We came upon a man playing music, but he was packing up. He quickly turned on the music for us while the race photographer gave us a high five. He’d already packed up for the day.

#10 Otherwise Clowning around

Laurie started walking backwards. We stopped to hug the woman who donned us with our tiaras and boas. We congratulated the 5k runners who had already finished, happily eating their bananas, sporting their medals.

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We crossed the finish line at.. actually, let me look it up…1 hour 8 minutes and 22 seconds.

And…fulfilling my competitive spirit, I came in dead last! I beat Laurie at coming in last! divafinish

It’s probably alphabetical, Laurie said, for we have the exact same finish time.

And that, my friends, is how to lose a race while really really trying.

 

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