TLDR: A lot of little kids, some of them fell down! Hills.

Sydney and I ran the 36th Annual Merriam Turkey Creek Festival 5K Run, Walk & Youth Sprint. It was a lot of fun! The weather was perfect. The crowd was excited. The race hired a local radio station dj, “DJ Kirby” from 94.9 fm to play music and get the crowd hyped up. He made some funny jokes, like “no gambling on the runners this year,” and “my favorite part of the race is watching kids wipe out!” Which I thought was a joke, but oh no! The carnage was all too real.

The race was to benefit the Merriam KS Parks, Recreation and Community Center Foundation scholarship fund. A truly worthy cause and I hope they raised a lot of money.

It seemed like every child between the ages of 11-14 had lined up at the front. Most runners that age have, in my experience, a very distinct running style. Something I like to call the “dash and look.” Dash! A few dozen feet, maybe 50 yards or so… then stop. Maybe walk a little, definitely turn all the way around and look for…? Parent? School chum? More than once, a child would make eye contact with me and immediately take off sprinting again. Normally, I hate the little kid dash and look. This race was different.

I had decided before we got there I wasn’t racing. I just wanted to cruise along with Sydney and enjoy the day. So we were back from the start line, which was perfect for how the race started. Several children started right up front. They counted down:10-9…321 go! And all the kids took off at a sprint. Ran full speed about 50 yards and got plowed into by about a hundred runners when they stopped in the middle of the course!

We were too far back to see any actual collision (except one, when this little girl stopped cold right in front of this guy in his 60s, and they both went flying in opposite directions. it was awesome!) We only saw the aftermath. The carnage! The horror! Really, it was just one kid, screaming like he was shopping with his parents at Walmart.

The race was also extra exciting because during “dodge-a-kid,” only half the road was closed. So the first mile was a messy pile of screaming, sprinting children, wary, veering adults, and big jacked-up pick-up trucks coming right at us!

There was a guy running right in front of us from the start that sounded like he was running the last 5k of a marathon. I was seriously concerned about this dude. I told Syd I had to get away from this guy and jogged on up ahead. That’s where I found Jason Silvers and got to do a little bit for his YouTube channel : The Year I Got The Runs. He asked if I was ready for the hills. I didn’t know about the hills, but whatever. I don’t care about hills. Not to undermine these hills. They are substantial hills.

Sydney caught up with me at the first aid station, and we spent the rest of the race together. Singing to Clint is a Tall Runner, encouraging a kid and just enjoying the moments.

At one point, to tease Clint about his musical taste, I sang the famous part from “You Never Even Call Me By My Name.” What really got Clint’s goat, though, was when Sydney sang a little country/western style tune of her own.

When we got close to the end, Sydney and I held hands so we could finish together and get a sweet picture. DJ Kirby made a funny comment about people meeting at the race. It was very funny and very cute!

This race was just okay. The course was fun, and the volunteers were very nice, but the start/finish line was cramped. There were no port-o-johns as far as I could tell. They held the age group awards hostage until the end of the race, which just did not work. Several of my friends were going straight from the finish to another race across town. I hope they get their medals!

Still, any race is better than no race. It was fun to just have a relaxed, non-competitive run with Sydney and my friends.