The good news is that WE DID IT! And... we didn't walk! Well, in the interest of full disclosure, Sal + the tweenster walked for about 20 feet while slurping back some H-two-the-O... we weren't as talented as Liv at the whole pinch-the-cup-and-keep-on-truckin' move. Anyway, our lil' group crossed the finish line and agreed to make a tradition out of running the same race each year.
But we should also explain that, while we did complete the race, it certainly wasn't pretty. We huffed and puffed and marveled at how the road seemed to never end - it was deceptively long and constantly playing tricks on us, convincing us that we were closer to the finish line than we really were.
- Watching a friend loop back for her final leg of the race while we were still on mile 2.5 (she ended up finishing first place in our division, we might add! Go Blur!)
- Mile 3 - the course was a down-and-back with mostly uphill on the second half
- Sal had to pee the entire time.
- Mile 4 - Liv's left ankle started hurting real bad and couldn't figure out why - she thought she was running with good form. Luckily all was well after the race and it wasn't even sore the following day.
- Thinking about having to do that race 4.5 more times when we finally run the 2011 MCM. Ugh.
- The weather! It was a beautiful day with race temps in the 60s - couldn't ask for more at the end of November.
- The pre- and post-race camaraderie with all of the other folks from around the 'ham
- Running with Sal's bro and tweenster niece/keeping each other company for the first half of the race
- Watching the tweenster take-off while on a total adrenaline rush and crush the finish line. Also watching a boy in the tweenster's class complete the race in a wheelchair
- The knowledge after the race that there was nothing left to do that day other than EAT!