Go, you chicken fat, go away!

The goal: get to the finish line before the bunny.  The bunny gives everyone a 4 minute head start.  Could I do it?  No!  Why?  Because I was the bunny!

With the prestigious honor of being the bunny, I got a set of ears and a fluffy tail to run in.  Immediately after everyone started I had my wife draw on some whiskers and pin my tail on.  Then right as the clock ticked 4 minutes, I started.  I caught the first set of walkers within a half mile.  I caught the walkers/runners right before the first mile.  They were so disappointed.  The first mile was in 7:08. 

Then I got to the water station at the end of my street.  I didn't take a drink, but I was so busy remembering that this was the way Julie and I ran the other day that I missed the turn.  It wasn't too big of a deal.  It only made me run up one extra block, then back down.  The only problem was when I came back down to Pueblo I saw people running on the correct route.  So I turned and started running the course backwards for a little bit.  I asked a girl if I was going the wrong way.  She said, "No.  This is the right way."  So I turned around and ran with her for a ways as she tried to keep up.  Once she started to fall back I told her she was doing great.  Then I left her in a cloud of leporidous dust.  All in all I probably only added on  an extra two tenths of a mile.  The second mile was 7:36.  This was the mile that I passed most of the Paschal runners. 

At the beginning of mile three is when I caught Bishop.  I told him I may have taken a wrong turn, and he agreed I must have because he started over a minute after everyone else.  Turns out the wrong turn worked against my favor, so I was actually burning some serious asphalt.  With a mile to go we run right by the turn off to the finish line.  I asked Br. Haws how many people were ahead of me.  Three.  Perfect.  The goal was to not beat everybody.  Now I was so far ahead of everyone else and had three runners pretty far ahead of me.  When I turned at the school I saw two of them ahead.  I wasn't sure if I could catch them but I picked up the pace a little.  The third mile was 7:23.    I pushed a little harder to see if I could make some ground on them.  One of them had taken off.  The other was just cruising in.  I knew I was going to catch her.  I didn't want to, so I started Lyle Robideauxing, "Choo choo!  The Easter Bunny is coming for you!!"  Once she heard me, she kicked it in and I let her earn her certificate.    The last 0.46 miles was at a 7:03 pace.

So once they took my four minutes off it turns out I had the fastest time.  Alas, no prizes for the bunny :(  But, it was fun.  The best part was all the sweat I wrung out of the bunny ears.  And it was a rental!