Last night at dinner, the conversation turned to this morning’s race. I was explaining to the kids that as I had to be in Whistler super early, Uncle Pete was coming over to make pancakes and turn on cartoons. After a few seconds of pondering, Will says: “Mum, how come you never bring home any trophies from your races?”
“Well, it’s because I don’t win, sweets.”
To which he and Rory concur that “Mum, all you have to do is run faster, ‘kay?”
Thanks, mini-coaches. I’ll bear that in mind next time I enter a half-marathon with little to no real training. Moving on!
The goals for this weekend’s race were simple:
Make it to the start line.
If I accomplish “1”, make it to the finish line.
Enjoy wearing matching shirts. People were so stoked to cheer for Team Red!
Keep pace with Yenny and Lizzie.
Mission accomplished, and I got to drink chocolate milk at the finish.
Did I set a PR? No. Did I feel good? Not particularly. Did I get a blister? Yes. Did I enjoy it and smile and did it go by fast? Yes, yes and yes.
So thankful to have good girlfriends to do this with. It wouldn’t be the same without you ladies!
And of course, a big thank you to Pete and Kevin for handling the breakfast rush…
I am not a writer. I like my kids, coffee, running around and reading about you. I live in the most incredible part of the world and am lucky enough to live some pretty great adventures.
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now i wish i’d been there with you!! next year.