Years ago, when I had two working knees, I used to enjoy running in local 5k and 10k races.

I would often linger at the finish area, hoping against hope that I might win one of those coveted top three age group finish medals. It rarely happened, but if the field was small enough, I always had hope. That was the scene after a race down at Isleta Pueblo, south of Albuquerque, in the early 1990s. As they came to my age group, they skipped right over the third and second place finishers in my age group and called my name to come up and collect my winner’s medallion.

It took a moment for the reality to sink in. I had been the only person in my age group entered.

It is with that humility that I proudly point out that my this blog has been named one of the top 10 water blogs.  Thanks, Jared. I was surprised you could find ten. Good work.