Saturday morning we woke up to light drizzles and scattered sunshine. Mom checked in for the race then came back to camp to get rid of some pre-race jitters. I made sure to equip everyone with dollar store horns and noise makers and we were ready to go. After a long, all female, line for the porta-potty Mom stated her race a little after 10am. Dad and Chris were about a half mile down the trail at the road crossing looking like some mighty fine cheerleaders. I ran down the trail to meet up with them and while doing so thought, "That wasn't so bad, I should have just run with Mom." Heck, I had the pre-race stomach anyway. So, Mom made her way around the lake, the boys and I packed up camp and I changed out of jeans and into running gear. We met up with Mom at mile 11 and I jumped on in.
This wasn't your typical half marathon. It was a trail run, that in itself is a big deal, changing terrain of roots, rocks, sticks, puddles, skinny paths, and slippery slopes. Oh, and it was 14.2 miles. That extra 1.1 miles counted. Especially with a killer switch-back hill in the middle of that last mile. Lucky for Mom she had her very own pace-setting cheerleader.
It was fun for me to run the last three with Mom. I hope she had as much fun and I did.
This was the reminder that I needed that I really do like running. Now I'm VERY excited for the RAGNAR RELAY in July.
The setting was beautiful! I told Mom this in a variety of ways at least six times. This was part of my encouraging -you love running- tactic.
Here is Mom's big finish. I think my encouraging bantering worked because Mom came in FIRST in her AGE GROUP! Yes, she got another medal for that too.
Sorry, I don't know how to rotate the video in Blogger.