It was humid, yes, but at least there were clouds covering the sun, so it wasn't a humid/sunny double whammy at least. We packed the boys into the car, and headed to Fergus (about 20 minutes away). Close to the race start there was a big play set (jackpot!) so the boys were entertained while we waited for the race to start. There were lots of other children playing, and lots of other dads entertaining them, as we moms seem to be the ones that are running (?). One dad made a joke about this too, which was funny.
|Race start--waiting for the "Ready, set, GO!"|
I accepted the fact that I was off-pace, and decided to enjoy the view. On overcast days the green in the trees and grass just looks so rich, and this course covered a lot of green areas in the countryside, so I couldn't help but take it all in. (No wonder I was off-pace!)
Before long, I was at kilometer 7...woah, where did those last few kilometers go? I decided it was time to start pushing it to the finish. I really don't like crossing the finish line with energy left to spare. I pushed past a couple of runners, and focused on the bagpipes I could hear blaring away in the distance. I could see it. The big, red words, "Finish Line" up ahead of me. Yay! Even more exciting, the handsome guy behind a double stroller with two of the cutest boys I have ever seen (if I do say so myself).
"Mama, are you finishing your run now," yelled Elliott. "You bet!" I said. I came across the line in 46:ish. Not a personal best, but they can't all be personal bests, can they?
We made our way to the post-race snack area, and I couldn't help but feel accomplished. Yes, I have run further in races. Yes, I have run faster. But I loved this race, and felt so good while I was out there. How can I not feel good about that?!
|There I am (that little speck) running toward the finish|
|My number one fan!|