Race for the Taste
This was my third running of the Race for the Taste. Tracy decided to accompany me over to Orlando so I set the departure time as late as possible in order to let her sleep. The race start was slated for 7:00am and late packet pick-up was scheduled until 6:45 so I figured if we left at 4:30 we could make it over in plenty of time. I was wrong.![]()
I woke up at 4:00 and read through the final race instructions. "Road closings will begin at 6:15am". Holy carp. "Tracy get up, We have to leave now".She actually got up fairly quickly - because she stayed up to watch the end of the Rays-Bosox game and had gotten into bed less than an hour before.
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We made it to WWOS with time to spare at 6:10, although I was still wearing flip-flops and had to finish putting my running costume on. I went through packet pick-up and chip pick-up while Tracy mingled with the gathered W.I.S.H.ers. Matt and Becky were there along with a few others whom I can't name because I have already forgotten their names.![]()
I strapped on my shoes while the W.I.S.H. contingent headed for the Port-o-let lines. I headed for my own line to wait for the facilities and remember that I haven't zipped my chip on. Tracy quickly looks through her W.I.S.H. backpack and the goody bag and didn't see it. Holy carp. So I get out of line and head back to where I put my shoes on to see if I left it on the ground there. Nope. Tracy found it in the bags. So back to the end of the line I go.![]()
So, I finally get to take care of business and before I'm finished I hear a plop hit the floor. Holy carp. I look down and there is a tree frog on the floor. So then I hear a little voice say "I bet that little frog can really make the next occupant scream". But another little voice says "the frog will get squished".So I gathered up the frog and carefully found it a new home away from the port-o-lets.
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Happy running,
Chester
W.I.S.H. Half-Fast T.O.T. Marathon Team.


Holy Carp Plop, Batman!
