Hangin' the half with Garmin

Wake up call-5am.
Rise out of bed, sleepy head.
Grab half a bagel and a banana and pretend that I am actually tasting it.
Brew some good ol' Travelodge coffee-
The name of the coffee was BREWED Awakening. Get it?
That is my style of humour. Made me chuckle,
Despite the turmoil that was brewing in my thoughts and stomach.
Biggest decision of the morning.....
What to wear? OR
WHAT NOT TO WEAR
(Love that show)
It was not raining so did not need the umbrella hat-Although, I would have loved to see the reactions.
Cold? Yep....minus 8-So, the shorts were short listed.
Tights? yep. First appearance since last year.
The tights and I will stick together the whole race-literally.
6:30 am---Head out the door.
Wondering if I am wearing the right outfit.
Most of the runners had tights, so I fit right in.
After all, I wouldn't want to stand out in the crowd.
Jogged like two blocks, just in case I forgot how to run
6:50am- Tow the line.
Ready, ready, ready, ready, READY TO RUN.
All I'm ready to do is, have some fu-u-u-un. What's all this talk about LOVE.
I'm ready to run. (the song in my head at the time)
Find the 1:40 pace bunny. My, what big ears you have.
10, 9, 8, 7,6,5,4,3,2,1 Beep, or gun...can't remember.
Geesh, runners are violent.
Run.
Look at my friend Garmin, to make sure we are on pace.
Umm, a little too quick I think to myself. Pace was around 7min/mile and under.
But I decided not to slow down.
I was running, but forgot I was actually running.
The legs felt surprisingly fresh. The freshest they have ever felt.
Like Chris' buns coming straight out of the oven.
Yah, that fresh.
For those of you who have tasted them, you will understand.
Hit the 10km mark in 45 minutes or slightly under.
Thought to myself-
"Better slow down;hope I can keep this pace for the last 10km."
But I did not slow down.
Kept looking at Garmin.
Garmin kept a straight face. Didn't bat an eye. Not a word.
Garmin is the silent type.
Hit 15km mark and the legs still felt light.
A guy in full pants passes me. Jogging pants.
Although, he was running so fast, can't call them jogging pants
Panther pants.
From this point on, the route was terribly marked.
I nearly took a wrong turn, and no one was in sight to direct me.
So I waited for the tall runner man behind me to catch up a bit.
He seemed to know the way.
He told me he just wanted to finish so he could eat his pizza and beer.
We had like 3 km to go.
I still felt great. No pain, no tiredness at all.
It was odd. My legs were just taking me for a ride.
It felt like this route was assisting me somehow.
Maybe there was a conveyor belt under the ground?
Maybe my son Levi, exchanged my running shoes for his 'wheelie shoes' as a joke.
Or, I know...
The ogopogo made an appearance and carried me on her back.
Whatever the reason, I thank God for legs to run.
I cannot explain the joy, exhilaration, and pleasure that running brings me.
I cannot explain how running is a form of worship for me.
Nor do I know how running and I exactly met many years ago.
But what I do know is that I am glad we were introduced to each other.
We had a good race together.
Came across the finish line in 1:32:33.
Garmin was happy for me.
He still didn't say much-
He only beeped as to indicate he was done.
He needed to recharge his batteries until the next run.
Makes me feel good to know that I don't have to plug myself in to recharge my own batteries.
And it sure makes me feel good that I can still out run my friend Garmin.
Cheers! I am off to recharge my batteries with a good cup of coffee and a muffin.