This past Sunday, myself, my sister Anne, my brother Paul and our 81-year old-father John Hewson, participated in the Tely 10. We all completed the race.
Being the least fit member of my family, I was taking up the rear, but my sister kept me company (along with two genial and supportive men from St. John Ambulance named Ron and Paul).
Anne and I crossed the finish line together in just over three hours and 22 minutes.
We were given finishers’ medals and as many leftover cookies as we could carry.
There are, apparently, a few advantages to coming in last.
I was very proud to have completed the Tely 10, but was quite disappointed when neither my name, or Anne’s, were included in the published list of finishers.
I’ve been left off lists before: the 10 most fashionable Newfoundlanders, Air Canada’s no-fly list and every list published by Forbes.
Normally I don’t make a fuss, but I think I owe it to overweight, asthmatic musicians around the world to let them know that if I can walk 10 miles, then so can they.
Plus, my sister would no doubt have given Lisa Harvey a run for her money if she hadn’t been saddled with me. She deserves her kudos, too.
Having made my point, I also want to say that it was a thrill to be part of such a well-organized, prestigious event, particularly with my family.
I was also amazed at how uplifting it was to walk past the various groups of bystanders who came out to hoot, holler and applaud all the Tely 10 participants.
You really made a difference. Heartfelt thanks to Paradise, Mount Pearl, St. John’s, The Telegram, the Newfoundland and Labrador Athletics Association and anyone who played a role in the event.
From the proudest loser,