Last Place

I finished last in the 5K last Saturday.  Marcy’s whole family went and she and I walked with Pete.  We walked at “autistic kid” pace.  That pace varies, of course, with individual kid, traffic, availability of forbidden items, open water, and, of course, the need for speed is always inversely affected by the desire to walk anywhere.  Pete’s speed could be properly termed sort of a saunter.  (Which means he would lap William on a track because Will ambles.)  He walked faster when Marcy walked in front of him holding a chip as an enticement to keep moving.  But really the only way he would have gone faster was if we had brought a wheelbarrow and frankly if we had, I would have wanted a ride too.

I walked about a third of the way with them then decided to walk the rest of the course rather than head back so by the time I finished no one even realized I was finishing except Jake.  Who, naturally, thought it was hilarious that I was last and wanted to inform everyone of that little tidbit of news until I told him it wasn’t something I wanted to broadcast, after all mentioning the only reason I was last was because I walked really, really slowly during the first part of the “race” doesn’t make it sound any better!