Seriously??

Are you kidding me? Gee whiz.

I ran my 13 mile race last week. We were more than prepared. We trained well. We fueled our bodies, and we had a great 12 mile run the week before. But doggone it, it was just a BAD day for me.

I've been struggling with allergies for a while, but when the course led us through miles on a running path in humid woods, I couldn't breathe.

Then my knee hurt for the first time this season, and I couldn't stride out the way I wanted.

Then I needed to vomit.

Then I got distracted from the other runners and just couldn't stay in my zone.

Then I just had nothing left.

My great running partner tried to encourage me, but my body just wasn't cooperating.

So around mile 11, when I physically couldn't put one foot in front of the other, I decided that I was going to finish with a good attitude, despite the fact that I couldn't run.

It worked. I was happy.

I had a great training season. I had a great run last week, and MY GOODNESS, I was running 13 miles! Who cares about my time, right?

I said on the car ride there that I wanted to have nothing left at the end.

I had nothing left at the end :)

The absolute best part about the race was seeing the kids at mile 10. They were so genuinely happy as they held up their homemade crayon signs.

The race ended in the new baseball field. We ran around the perimeter of the field before finishing at home plate. It was a joy to look up and see Mike and the kids cheering and blowing kisses from the stands!

We'll hope for a better race next time!

Jonah's sign said, "Go Mom Go Mom Go Mom Go Mom Go Mom Go Mom Go Mom Go Mom......" Lydia adorned her sign with her infamous scribble "letters."