I seriously heart this lady. For the past 5 weeks I've been counting down the days until her arrival here in Texas. When plans were set in place for Beth and Lily's visit, I knew we had to do a race together. We had attempted to do one over Thanksgiving while we were in Colorado, but the stomach bug hit and hit hard... enough said.
The morning started off bright and early: 5 AM wake up call. This came after a full night of both kiddos having a difficult time sleeping and were up crying/talking several times, the dog barking for another 45 minutes at nothing, and me being up most the night with a cold and just majorly uncomfortable with this big belly.
The starting line was easy, Sebron was like finding a needle in a hay stack. We must have been a sight as we ran here and there, pushing both kids in the double jogger. We had to scale a fence to use the port-a-potties. Wish there was a picture of that experience... Two very pregnant woman, just shy of 36 and 25 weeks along, climbing the fence to pee.
Side note here: both kiddos were beyond excited about their race numbers. Jancsi had started noticing that in races, people wore numbers. He wanted one at the last race we did and couldn't understand why Mom and Dad got one but not him. So, I told him that the next race we did, we'd have a number for him. We made them this past week and he has asked each day to wear his "race number." They were so proud and commented on each others numbers the whole race. Love them.
It was lots of fun and despite having to weave back and forth through the sea of walkers at the back of the pack, we had a fabulous time! We were both in agreement however that 3.1 miles was plenty and we were more then happy when the finish line came into view.
I love running with these ladies and am amazed to think that just last year at this time we were finishing up our training for our marathon! What a difference a year makes! We have literally ran together through thick and thin!