Wind and rain coming through the bedroom window. Pulling covers up over my head.
Alarm goes off and I peek out the window...no rain, seems cloudy. Get up, pull clothe on, brush hair and teeth and ready to go.
Pick up Bean and Mippy...oh wait, Bean had to go get something. Piling into the car and we are off.
Park the car and walk to catch bus to the start line....where the heck did all these people come from????
Arrive at race start. Head for portapots. Bean doesn't want to go, but she must. Not too big a line...ewwwww, what's that smell?
National anthem, ready to start.
gun goes off, people begin to jog in place. Takes us 3-4 minutes just to get to the start line and then we are off. Very cloudy and a light drizzle. Bean leaves us before we hit the mile mark and she takes off. Mippy and I slowly run....okay, jog.....along, picking people ahead of us to pass. Bean calls us from the finish line, she finishes about 8 minutes ahead of us.
I didn't want to do this, could you tell? But what a feeling of elation to cross the finish line. Bean felt a little sick to her stomach at the end, but said she wants to do it again. The tradition lives on. Later, Monkeyboy was 4/4 at his baseball game and caught some awesome catches to get people out. His birthday followed and I sit here exhausted. Such a wonderful Sunday. Can I go to sleep now? Hope your day was as great!