So Randy and Judson signed up for a race. Randy ran the half marathon and Judson the 5k. Since Randy's race began first and ended last, I needed to be there to keep up with Judson. So at 6am yesterday, we set out for the race. ALL.6.OF.US. Nothing unusual to begin with.
Then after 30 minutes and only 2 folks had crossed the finish line for the 5k, people began to question where they might be. Come to find out, the whole pack (save the 2) had taken a wrong turn and ended up on the half marathon course. By the time the pack finished the race, they had run 5 miles instead of 5k. I was a bit worried because I wasn't sure if Judson was upset. I was hoping he had stayed with the crowd. I had told him to do that since I figured he was safer in the crowd than wondering the streets of Snellville alone.
The whole time we were waiting for them, I was getting pretty angry. The organizer was less than stellar and I was thinking of some things I would say to him if my son wasn't finishing pretty soon. At close to the hour mark, I saw Judson rounding the last curve. I breathed a sigh of relief but still held bad will toward the guy in charge. When Judson crossed the line, his first words to me were
" Next year I'm training for 5 miles in case this happens again!" Wow. Can you believe that attitude? Awesome. I tempered my attitude and realized that I could learn a lesson from this ordeal too. Judson did not quit. He did exactly what I told him and he persevered and finished the race. Of the 84 people signed up, less than 60 finished. He did not complain. He just made the best of a bad situation. What a great example he was to his momma.