The L’Anse Diaries: Day 4 Fried Ham

I woke up early in order to slam a couple of cups of coffee before the 5k.  I had ran the same 5k three years ago, and in my memory, the course was uphill for 2 miles and then down one very steep hill for 1 mile.  This year, my brother-in-law, niece and two nephews would join me.  We left the campground and arrived early to register.  I was scoping out my competition, seeing how many woman in their thirties were around.  It is a smaller race and I actually have a shot at placing in my age group.

I felt good running and the course was not quite as terribly hilly as I remember.  The entire race I was neck and neck with a woman who I presumed to be in her thirties.  The last half mile, I found the energy to take the lead.  I was running so fast I thought I might throw up.  I placed second in my age group and set a PR, but it turned out that woman was actually in her forties, so my last minute effort was all for naught.

All five of us placed in our age group, with my brother-in-law being the overall first finisher.   And since we were with the big winner, we had our picture taken for the newspaper!

We returned to camp just in time for the Fourth of July bike parade.  All the kids from the campground decorated their bikes, or in my kids’ case, their scooter and helmets, and rode slowly through the campground.  Afterwards, they had games for kids of all ages.  Mark and I took third in the three-legged race and they let us pick a prize and everything!  All three of our kids won puzzles in the prize drawing and a random assortment of prizes from the games.

Later that afternoon we went to Grandma Kitty’s for a barbecue and to wait for the fireworks over the bay.  L’Anse is further west than Chicago, but still in the Eastern time zone, so it does not get dark until nearly 11:00 pm.  There was A LOT of time to kill between dinner and the fireworks.   We went to the waterfront park for awhile and then returned to Kitty’s for the First Annual Talent Show.  That’s right, family, this is going to be an annual thing.

Participation was a little low this year.  Brady showed us some computer tricks, Drew did a stand-up comedy routine, Patrick and Christina sang, Brady and Lindsay put together a skit about her calling him for tech support, more people told jokes.  So then I knew I had to do it.

Fried Ham.

If you are not familiar with Fried Ham, it is a silly little verse that you sing about fried ham and then you change it up every verse and sing in a different voice.  I chose three voices:  hillbilly, British, and preacher.  I did an EPIC performance of fried ham about 13 years ago and I have not done it since on account of being pretty sure I could never live up to the legend.  But desperate times call for desperate measures.  The talent show crowd needed to know that ANY talent is worthy of being put on display, even Fried Ham.

I was fully committed to the performance.  Arms flailing, body gesticulating, I was in the second verse when the crowd started pointing and laughing.  I turned behind me and saw a police car come to a full stop.  I am guessing the policeman was wondering why a whole crowd of people would just sit there and watch a woman have a seizure without trying to help.

Family, you’re welcome.

After the talent show, the kids did sparklers while we waited some more for the fireworks.  Because nothing says ‘relaxing vacation’ like dozens of kids running around, 3 feet from a road, with sticks of sparking fire.

The fireworks FINALLY began and a good time was had by all.  We returned to the campground where the kids fell easily asleep.  As did I.

About jillo31

I always wanted to write the great American novel. I've come to the realization that that may not happen. Instead, I'm going to write about my life as a working mom to three boys. I figure in ten years, I won't remember what these days are like. I want to record my everyday victories and struggles.
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