Speaking of another 13.1, I'll start with the good. The fun part of it, and the major reason I think I signed up, is that lots of my friends were doing it. These ladies ROCK and it was so fun to see them and cheer them on. What's fun about it was there was a mix of veteran runners and newbies and so much encouragement all the way around. It didn't matter any one's time, everyone was celebrated like they'd just won the thing. It is the most random story how I came to be a part of this crew but it was clearly divinely orchestrated and I'm so thankful!!
We are all pretty different. We have different backgrounds, different parenting styles, beliefs, etc, and it doesn't matter. There is a underlying respect and support that I haven't experienced before. We could probably figure out world peace if we weren't so pre-occupied sending kids to time out. And we have fun. So. Much. Fun!
Amanda, I know there is a pic out there of you and I and I totally would have posted it. Big hug, so great to come full circle and be at this race with you again!
As for the other part of the story, I am never ever doing the rock and roll marathon again. Never. Ever. (Is anyone else singing the Taylor Swift song?) It's super organized and very well run. Really, it's not the race's problem. The race is good. The volunteer support is awesome, too. I don't know how many people it takes to put it on but they are troopers!! The problem is definitely on my end. (It's not you, it's me). I ran 12 minutes slower than I did two weeks ago. I also felt like I'd run 45 miles instead of just 13.1. I guess that's part of the addiction to running....some days feel so fabulous that you just keep doing it despite the rough days. Everyone that reads this is accountable to me next race season not to sign up for this again. Remind me about packet pick up. And parking for the race. And most importantly remind me that running two half marathons in two weeks is for people in better shape that care about pushing past their limits. I am not one of those people. I think I'm more of a once or twice a year half marathoner.
The boys are doing really well. Harris is back to winking quite a bit and Walker is into singing Jingle Bells. Hayes just looks from one to the other because they put on quite a show. Hayes is sort of crawling. An army crawl, I guess. But all he really wants to do is stand up while you hold his toys up at eye level. He doesn't want to sit and play, thank you, that's for babies. Big boys stand and so he does too. Oddly, that same line of thinking hasn't carried over to holding his own bottle. He's totally content to let you do it for him. For such a huge baby, you'd think food would be enough of a priority that he'd figure it out. I mean, these thighs didn't just happen.
Is it possible to look at this picture and not giggle?? I love the milk at the corner of his mouth. If he hadn't been so tired he probably never would have let that little dribble escape.
I'm only able to type this right now because I put the older two down for a nap an hour earlier than normal and neither one of them complained about it. Hopefully they sleep a loooong time. I'm off to tackle the disaster zone that is our entire house. If I have enough energy I might even take down our Halloween decorations.
When the servant of
the man of God got up and went out early the next morning, an army with horses
and chariots had surrounded the city. “Oh, my lord, what shall we do?” the
servant asked.
“Don’t be afraid,”
the prophet answered. “Those who are with us are more than those who are with
them.” And Elisha prayed,
“O Lord, open his eyes so he may see.” Then the
Lord opened the servant’s eyes, and he looked
and saw the hills full of horses and chariots of fire all around Elisha. 2 Kings 6:15-17
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