Dear HungryRunner Readers,
Janae has given me the awesome responsibility of this post. To truly capture this beautiful experience let’s start at the beginning, the night before the race.
After picking up my packet at FleetFeet, the Panda Express across the street was calling my name. This is not the typical pre-race meal but I thought, “What the heck, the race is going to hurt anyways does it really matter if I add additional pain to my suffering?”
After the 3-course meal and fortune cookie that said, ‘You will gain favors by expanding your social circle’ I thought, “I am now ready.”
Later that night when my stomach started hurting I realized spicy chicken is not the way to go. Lesson learned. If you gain anything from this blog, I hope this is it.
As I started the race I noticed the tornado in front of me and questioned if this is normal.
Janae assured me from the side lines that it was normal and since I believe everything my amazing/beautiful/awesome/ sister, wait Janae why are you now typing , this was supposed to be my post. Anyways, to say that this race was windy would be a serious understatement! By mile 1.25 and after being nailed in the head by flying debris I wondered “What in the world am I doing?” But then I saw my wonderful sister cheering me on and I pushed through.
Wait how did this picture get in here. Sorry Janae, but what’s done is done. The picture on the right was taken seventeen years later and yes Janae could still put on the same dress she wore when she was six except now as a stylish shirt. Okay now back to the race….
By the middle of the race the tornado had diminished to a strong gale (is that another word for wind?) and I was feeling pretty good and confident that I could indeed finish this race.
That is until I saw the final hill. (Keep in mind that I had already run about 3,000 hills in this race.) As I was approaching the final torture that my body had to endure, I saw my sweet sister standing at the base cheering me on. Somehow knowing she was there gave me the last ounce of strength I needed to finish.
This race taught me that I can do hard things, especially when I have the love and support of friends and family. Thanks for reading and don’t worry Janae will be back at the keyboard for the next post.