I checked the mail today and there was a package from Rocky Mountain National Park Half Marathon…
Nice! It must be Montana’s medal! He placed second in his age group if you recall.
I open it up and it’s beautiful and shiny and says 3rd place women 45-49
huh. no. Well. Mistakes happen.
So I email Salem, the race director and seriously the nicest guy ever. I’ve had multiple conversations with him and now know him so well I have no problem calling him Salem and throwing him an email.
I let him know…wrong medal Dude.
He immediately shoots me back an email.
Nope. Right medal. You took 3rd. Congrats!
Seriously? Random. Okay. Well. Thanks. Kind of cool. Wish I had been faster on those hills now so I could feel like I actually earned it. But I’ll take it anyway.
MT’s? It’s “in the mail”. LOL
I just finished a quick four miles on the treadmill. I haven’t run in over a week. I missed it SO MUCH. I was feeling sick and sad and just not myself. I’m still not quite right but I think after I run tomorrow I’ll be a little better. I don’t feel like I’m eating great either (giant cake notwithstanding) so I figure a few days of fabulous salads are in my future along with some meds. My head is unhappy.
I know I know. What’s new.
Packet pickup tomorrow.
Eliot pickup Friday. I can’t wait to see his squishy face. ::say with a squishy voice::
He got his little hair cut so now he looks like a little man instead of a baby. I need to take new photos.
Also…I would like to hear from this guy:
I know I’m spoiled from past deployments so I’m trying to be patient. It’s just bummin’ me out. Gotta love this face. Even if it’s squishier than usual. 😉 Nut.