|The only pic I have of L.R.B. ---thanks Karla!|
So, the run was going really well and we were making pretty good time. Hello 9:14 pace! And at around mile 4 we were bombarded with some local high school track or x-country team on the trail. It kept my mind of my legs and I just ran and ran. Then I realized that it was already mile 6 and there was a little more than a mile left. Woot! Turns out my last mile was 8:35 pace. "Chasing" the young kids on the team helped keep me motivated. I honestly was amazed.
Then disaster struck.
As I was taking Goober out of the jogger in the parking lot I noticed that bunny--now dubbed L.R.B. aka "Long-Run Bunny"--was nowhere to be found. Goob didn't like this and was pissed off; screaming and crying. Crap!!! Ok ok ok, we're going to find it. So I retrace our steps.
Mile 1 goes by. No bunny.
Mile 2 = no bunny. ERGH BUNNY!
Mile 2.5...no bunny, BUT I did find Goober's green hair bow that she dropped. Didn't even know she was missing it!
|Well, hello there green bow. Fancy seeing you on this trail.|
Then I run into this older gentleman and ask him the same question: "Have you seen a pink and brown stuffed bunny along the trail?"
Dude proceeds to tell me this...in seriously one breath it seems.
"Lost your bunny? Sorry, I haven't seen any pink and brown bunnies running around. Speaking of pink, my brother was a lifelong quadriplegic and he died last May. He had a Pink Panther stuffed animal that he loved and would hug and nod when he wanted to hit at Blackjack. Well, I got that stuffed Pink Panther and kept him in my front window. Turns out he didn't look after the house that well because my $50K trailer that I pull my horses in was stolen and a whole lot of other stuff from the house. I race horses and I'm training for another 50 mile race. I'm not on a horse today, but I will be soon. You might have seen me on my horse last summer on the trail. Well, turns out the robbers left their ID, wire cutters and hammer in my home but the police didn't do sh*t. I talked to a Private Investigator today and he's going to help me find out who did this and get my stuff back...."---At this point Goober is really anxious to keep moving and I'm just nodding and saying "oh dear."---
Mr. Horse Racer goes on rambling for another minute or so and then says good luck to me in my bunny rescue. Um, thanks? That.was.odd. :-/
Anyway, we hit the turnaround point of Mile 3.5 and still no bunny. It's not looking good. I had already eaten the rest of my Shot Bloks and my legs were feeling a little like lead.
Unfortunately the way back didn't give us any better news either, despite my huge "Mommy Effort" in searching for Goob's beloved L.R.B. Stupid bunny. You doubled my long run today. I ended up running 14.4 miles today with Goober in the jogger. At least I tried...
...but I did find her hair bow!