So I finally had my big race. It was a little unfortunate because I had a cold for the two weeks leading up to the race, so I just was not feeling all that well that day. It was by far the hardest thing that I have ever done. Well, maybe not by far, maybe it ties with hiking to the top of Mt Washington. We did fairly decent considering all, we finished in 2:40. My friend that I ran with was a little concerned about me as we were running, and that I was going to drop out, since she could see how badly I was struggling, but I'm not a quitter, so she never had to use her "don't quit" speech that she had planned out in her head.
Jesse and his dad took the kids down to cheer me on. They were waiting at mile 12, and the picture they got of me shows me perhaps a little more cheery than I was actually feeling. (I was feeling like sitting down, curling up in a ball and crying.)
But we did it! And we'll probably do it again despite all of the vows that I made throughout the race. Just maybe not in 3 weeks as my friend tried to talk me into.... But that's another story.