SO--we had one mile to go of the 10K. MC and I running together, feeling great--when CRACK! There is a peice of a car flying around and my little girl is grabbing her arm and crying out in pain.
Not Good. Everything is fine. She's a bit banged-up and bruised and will be sore tomorrow. She may favor off road races from now on though. . .
We didn't finish--but she got a consolation prize of 3 live lobsters. The man driving tried to move to the passanger seat and claim his wife was driving. He also started to yell at me because she was on the wrong side of the white line. I pointed out--not too nicely--that it's not illegal to run inside the white line, but it is illegal to hit a pedestrian wherever they are!! And besides, did you notice the traffic cops and the "watch for runners" and "SLOW" signs? I really wanted to tear his face off. . .
He has a suspended liscense. I told the Sherrif I definately want to pursue this since he is an unsafe driver and should not ever be behind the wheel again.
PHEW!! Now to follow up with my poor Mom who got the brunt of my anxiety when we got back to the race start. . .
