Childish Behavior

About a month ago I ran a trail marathon sponsored by Equestrian Connection. After the race, I was beat, so I didn't stay for the awards ceremony.

It turned out that I had taken 3rd place in my age group, and actually had an award coming: a glass tumbler etched with the name of the race and a picture of a horse.

So today I drove north for an hour and visited Liberty Farm, where the Equestrian Connection people do their charitable thing - helping kids with special needs ride horses. I saw some of the kids riding in the ring. They looked like they were enjoying themselves.

There is something very childish about spending 2 hours roundtrip driving to get a glass tumbler. But that's what I did, and it now occupies a spot on my wall of racing honors, which features a few awards and a lot of finisher's ribbons.

On reflection, there's something childish about a race
In the first place.

Or third place, or last.
But still, it's a blast.