Tuesday, December 04, 2012
I knew something happened because he wasnít there to greet me at the finish line on Saturday. He was inside getting donuts. As he explained it, he forgot my bib number. He photographed #719 not #715. Think about this. After 45 years of marriage, he mistook another woman for me. I was wearing a red vest over a black shirt. She had a red jacket. We both had black tights and a white cap. She was wearing sunglasses. He was HOLDING mine.
An honest mistake I guess, so now I have pictures of somebody else. Oh well, at least he comes out to support me. Itís just another unimportant mishap in our nearly 50 years together. Good thing we have a sense of humor. Iíll just have to train harder so I can finish ahead of her next year. Then I can wave to him. Joe! Joe! Itís ME!
He wants me to include here that he did get a picture of me along the route. I was running with our 10 year old granddaughter. A visual clue perhaps? Also in his defense my daughter pointed out that I and the ďother womanĒ do have the same body type. OK, I forgive him. Sheís 5 years younger than me. Yea!