One Fine Day

One Fine Day

July 25th was a great day.  It was the day my sister turned twenty, and more importantly it was the day of the baton relay.

My family was up in the mountains.  Every summer that’s where we go to vacation.  There is a group of kids that are up there all summer, and we spend a whole lot of time together.  Most of the time we just sit around and talk: either on people’s porches or on the dock at the lake.

On that day, my sisters and I decided to run to the lake.  The path we took looped around the lake, giving the kids on the dock a perfect view of our jog.  Lucky for them, my sisters and I are quite competitive when it comes to running, so we put on quite a show.

We raced down the lake driveway as our friends on the dock took bets on who would win.  My oldest sister won (of course), and when we made it to the dock we were laughing about it, and started talking about how fun running races are.

The reason these people are so fun to hang out with, is because they are so clever and think of fun, random, and spontaneous things to do all the time.  Laughing about the race turned into talking about racing, which turned into planning out an actual race.  Before I knew it, teams were being formed, the course was being set, and we had an official baton relay planned.

We all left the lake to go to our houses and get dressed in the “appropriate attire.”  One of the boys got in his car and mapped out the course, putting cones at the start of each leg.  Someone had even fashioned two napkin settings into batons with electric tape.  We all met at the central house, listened to pump up music, and got ready to run.  Everyone was excited for the race, but this was a very competitive group of people, and really wanted to win.

The course was 1.2 miles, with the last leg going through the lake and onto the floating dock.  There were two teams, with six people on each team.  We were all dropped at our respective locations, and impatiently waited for the race to begin.  Only a few minutes later, we could hear the screams.  Since the course went directly through the main roads, people had stopped what they were doing to watch and cheer.

The race was neck and neck for the first four legs.  Then, the opposing team took a severe lead on the fifth leg.  The guy running was clearly the tallest and arguably the most competitive one of us all.  They ended up winning (by quite a clear margin) but we all celebrated by jumping into the lake.

Both teams had managed to lose their batons, and everyone had stories to tell about their legs of the race.  We decided to make it an annual tradition, and switch up the teams to compensate for the one guy’s incredible speed.

I can not wait for next year’s race.


2 thoughts on “One Fine Day

  1. jmmayhew13 says:

    I used to run cross country for four years in high schoo, so I can relate completely. The “runner’s high” you get from running long distances in incomparable with any other feeling. The feeling you get after expending all of your energy during a long workout or pushing yourself to the limit during a 5k race is incredible.
    Over the summer before my senior year, I ran more than 300 miles to prepare for the upcoming cross country season. I would wake up at 8am every morning and go out for a 6-10 mile run–it was the best thing I could have ever done for myself. I was incredible shape, and running long distances makes you feel very accomplished.
    People would always ask me why I participated in such a taxing sport for four years, but I could never give them a concrete answer because running is an individual sport that can only truly be appreciated if one takes the time and energy to experience it.

  2. Nancy McMahon says:

    running races around the lake with a bunch of friends..What fun! I enjoy your writing.

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