Pot of Gold at End of My Rainbow

It’s all relative what your rainbow is and what you consider a pot of gold! The luck of the Irish shone upon me a day early.

My rainbow was the 10km race route for today’s St. Patrick’s Day Run. It was my first race of the year and was everything I had hoped for except for the south side pathway conditions! Ice skates would be the order of the day for that section.

The morning was shared with my three close friends plus my large extended family of runners. It all started with the 10 second countdown being announced from the Hawks Helicopter which was hoovering overhead. With the early on footing conditions, I had to come to peace with myself that this would be a very slow race. Somewhere, though, along the way, I must have attracted a leprechaun, grew a four leaf clover, and kissed the blarney stone because my finishing time was 9 minutes less than my original goal. I had nothing left to give as I crossed the finish line with my arms in the air, in my victory!

Myself, along with my three close friends had our own goals to accomplish today and we all came away victorious. The glow on the cheeks and the big smiles told me that. We each had different stories to tell. That luck that comes with St. Patrick’s Day sat at our table, two of us were draw prize winners.

I am not Irish, but I sure felt their luck today!