So instead of just walking to the halfway point of the 5K and turning around and walking back, I was in the middle of the group and was able to follow people all the way around the 4 1/2 mile loop. It felt pretty good to make it that far and in the middle of the group no less.
I was doing fine after the walk. When I got home I ate, showered and the girls and I took my mom to the Tacoma Art Museum to see the Norman Rockwell exhibit. It was awesome and if you live around here, you should go see it before it's gone on the 30th.
I was still doing fine after that, so the girls and I went to mass. That's just about the time the 4 1/2 mile walk started kicking my butt. I was so exhausted I felt like I was melting.
Then something happened that only happens in sitcoms: my normally low key, modestly crowded Saturday night mass was turned into a spectacle. Okay, not in a bad way; it was only bad for those of us who were melting from exhaustion.
The sister who worked at our parish for years renewed her vows for her 50th anniversary of entering her order; there were 5 baptisms, of which 3 were grown children, not babies; then they sang the blessing song 6 times instead of the normal three; then there were 4 first communions, which entails the 1st communicants and their families receiving communion first, not to mention the certificate giving at the end and for some reason the priest had us sing the blessing song again. I think the choir about had it then, because although they indulged him, they only sang it once.
Plus when we walked into the church it was still sunny outside and during the mass it clouded up and started pouring which made it very humid in the church. Even the guy behind me wearing shorts felt it because he got up and opened the outside doors.
As I sat there dying and wondering how I was ever going to walk out of the church and drive home without a major nap, I thought of standing up and yelling for everyone to GET OUT OF MY MASS! But because that didn't seem very Christian of me and I didn't warn anyone ahead of time about my rules for the Saturday night mass, I held my tongue.
My youngest daughter and I leaned on each other while we melted away. It's a good thing we're Catholic and have to stand frequently or they'd have been waking us up for snoring or at least after mass was over and they had to lock up.
I would have left early, but I had one more order for my Pampered Chef party to collect afterward. Scanning the congregation for this person also helped keep me awake. That and wondering why my youngest daughter was so tired; she didn't walk 4 1/2 miles.
Really, after reading this through, I should probably go to mass during the week for a do-over. Instead I'm just hoping I get extra points for not actually standing up and yelling for people to leave.