Henry at the Tot Trot: Guest Blogger Race Report

Hi. My name is Henry. Last week I was Ruth Rose, yesterday I was Tigger, and this morning I was Oliver. I'm three and a half, and because my mommy has the disease Running Blogger by Proxy, she's making me do this race report for the Groton Road Race Tot Trot. She made me run it, too. She makes me do a lot of stuff, but what's a kid to do? She washes my jammies and wipes my bottom, so I throw her a bone every once and a while and actually agree to do stuff.

I ran the race last year, too, but when you're two, you do it for the Gogurt. When you're three, you do it for the glory. And the ladies. We went to see a race last week when some of the ladies ran in their bathing suits. They were almost nakey. No luck today. Three-year-old girls run in track pants and big race t-shirts. Oh, well.



When my mommy isn't running or whining about running, she makes me run. Today, she made me run in the rain. She doesn't know how much this will cost me in Paxil some day, but since I don't plan on moving out before I'm 30, I figure it's fair.

It wasn't that bad, actually. Before the run, I made my dad carry me from the car to the race; I had to save my energy. Then, I got good and muddy playing Duck Duck Goose with my neighbors and running laps across the field.

Before the race started, this kid started talking smack. He was all like, "Hey, I bet you still wear a size 5 in pull-ups." And I was all like, "Step off, dude." And so he goes, "How fast did you run this last year?" And I was like, "I run for the experience, man." Then I totally smoked his ass.

The race went down ok, too. I was happy with my splits, even though they didn't let me use my iPod. Seeing my parents cheering at mile .0005 really pulled me through that last .00025 when I started cramping.



The finish line was a mad scene, what with all the moms and dads trying to find their lost and crying kids, and it was a bummer no one wrapped me in tin foil. Plus, no timing chips means no PR but I was really happy that this was the first I ran without falling down. Not even once.

Anyway, so after the race, I hit the goody bag to refuel on my Gogurt and then I soaked in the adoration of my fans.

After a post-race tantrum in the middle of the field, I was all stretched out and good to go home to nap for 3 hours.