{"id":3874,"date":"2016-05-27T12:51:52","date_gmt":"2016-05-27T17:51:52","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/w0ep.us\/TM\/?p=3874"},"modified":"2016-05-27T12:51:52","modified_gmt":"2016-05-27T17:51:52","slug":"bolderboulder-10k","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/w0ep.us\/TM\/?p=3874","title":{"rendered":"BolderBOULDER 10K"},"content":{"rendered":"

A lifetime ago, I “ran” the BolderBoulder. \u00a0I’m thinking this was in 1997(?). \u00a0It’s been so long ago that I’m not exactly sure but I think that’s right. \u00a0I was an aerobics instructor and a personal trainer at a local gym in Colorado and with the cooperation of the gym gathered a group of people and together we walked the race. \u00a0The gym was awesome and printed up shirts for us: \u00a0A) so we could find each other, making it easier for us to stick together at the race and B) to advertise the gym.<\/p>\n

#1 Son decided he wanted to walk the race with us as well. \u00a0He was all of 7 years old (6 or 7 somewhere in there. \u00a0He was just a little guy.). \u00a0He was quite adamant and persuasive! \u00a0Finally MFH (My Favorite Husband) and I relented. \u00a0He was registered for the race and tagged along.<\/p>\n

I don’t know how much you know about the BolderBoulder? \u00a0It is a HUGE event! \u00a050,000 participants! \u00a0That’s about the size of the NYC Marathon. \u00a0Seeing as we were walking the event, we weren’t assigned a wave, \u00a0we were in the “open” start. \u00a0That means, we were part of the masses of folks there so they could say they had completed this race and have some fun.<\/p>\n

Now, #1 Son had a mind of his own back then. \u00a0Well, he still does but back then you sometimes just had to decide what battles were worth the fight. \u00a0*thank goodness he’s mellowed over the years. \u00a0He’s a pretty awesome man!*<\/p>\n

Race day arrived and he decided he was going to wear his boots. \u00a0These were kind of like hiking boots but not exactly. \u00a0They were very clunky and he always refused to lace them. \u00a0When he walked they would…clunk! \u00a0He also refused to wear socks with them. \u00a0I tried and tried to reason with him. \u00a0We would be doing a 10K and his feet were not going to be happy!!! \u00a0No matter what I said, he was adamant. \u00a0He WAS going to wear the boots and NO he would not wear socks.<\/p>\n

*sigh*<\/p>\n

We met with the group of people from the gym and made the drive to Boulder. \u00a0The gun went off and we began our 6.2 mile walk through Boulder!<\/p>\n

It was such a pretty day. \u00a0There were a lot of people but things were going smoothly and we were having a great time chatting and enjoying each others company.<\/p>\n

#1 Son spotted a water stop and said he was going to grab a Gatorade.<\/p>\n

*POOF*<\/p>\n

I never saw him again during the race.<\/p>\n

We were only a two person width away from that water stop! \u00a0How could he have disappeared like that!?!<\/p>\n

Enter: \u00a0#MomMode<\/p>\n

#lifecomestoascreechinghalt<\/p>\n

WHERE IS MY CHILD!?!?!<\/p>\n

I barreled through the people to the course officials.<\/p>\n

WHERE IS MY CHILD!?!?!<\/p>\n

What is he wearing ma’am.<\/p>\n

I describe those goofy boots sans socks. \u00a0The cut offs. \u00a0Matching shirts…<\/p>\n

Lots of talking into walkie-talkies.<\/p>\n

Lots of shaking of heads.<\/p>\n

Lots of shrugging of shoulders.<\/p>\n

WHERE IS MY CHILD!?!?!<\/p>\n

They couldn’t find him either!<\/p>\n

#thiswasnotgood<\/p>\n

The people from the gym were almost(!) as frantic as I was because I was becoming unglued.<\/p>\n

They were trying to calm me. \u00a0Console me. \u00a0They were calling his name. \u00a0We all were calling for him!!!<\/p>\n

Where did that kid go?????<\/p>\n

The course official people told us to keep walking and they would keep looking and have us re-united before the end of the race.<\/p>\n

Keep Walking!?! \u00a0ARE YOU CRAZY!?!<\/p>\n

We did. \u00a0We kept walking. \u00a0Calling. \u00a0Asking perfect strangers if they’d seen a little boy in those goofy boots sans socks.<\/p>\n

Every time we saw a race official, I was a #mamabear. \u00a0Have you found him yet? \u00a0“Found who, ma’am?” \u00a0That was the incorrect thing to say. \u00a0I would erupt. \u00a0Again.<\/p>\n

I was frantic.<\/p>\n

I was crying.<\/p>\n

I was a bad mom.<\/p>\n

WHERE IS MY CHILD!?!?!<\/p>\n

Walking 6.2 miles searching for your son, no matter how awesome of a race the BolderBoulder may be, is not my idea of a good time.<\/p>\n

The finish line is visible and as a group we are just about to cross it. \u00a0There out of the corner of my eye, off to the left, was another race official person. \u00a0By his side was a little boy. \u00a0This little boy was wearing cutoffs and the most glorious clunky boots sans socks I’d ever seen in my life!!!<\/p>\n

I ran over to him. \u00a0Hugged the stuffing out of that kid! \u00a0I was crying! \u00a0I was soooo relieved!!! \u00a0He was totally and completely oblivious to what had happened and didn’t see what the big deal was all about.<\/p>\n

Kids.<\/p>\n

That is my race review of the 1997 BolderBoulder.<\/p>\n

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