My
son Joey is 15 and turning 16 soon. He’s at the age where questionable
decisions and debatable judgment are the norm. And so it is with a smile that I
report that he used unusual and questionable judgment by racing a 4-miler in
Saratoga Springs on the 4th of July wearing a full-body stars and
stripes morphsuit. It’s full body, as in, covering his head and face. His
vision was impaired to the point of barely seeing in front of him. Fortunately,
it was not too hot and humid, but he admitted to being less than comfortable in
that not-very-breathable suit. When I saw him with about 50 meters to go and
implored him to start kicking, he said, “oh, where’s the finish line?” Uh.
Yeah. But again, I type this with a smile. If these are among the worst head-scratching
choices of my soon-to-be 16-year-old, we’re doing OK at this point. For
those keeping score at home, Flag Boy cracked the top 100 (99th out
of 3,205 finishers and 27th of 217 in the 15-19 division) and ran
24:31, an average of about 6:08 per mile. Not bad for a moving flag.
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