This past fall my wonderful sister, Sam, somehow allowed me to talk her into running another marathon/half marathon race together. We ran the Boulder marathon in the fall of 2011, and she swore off racing. But here she is, back for more in the Denver Rock and Roll marathon 2012. I never could have reached my goal of running a Boston qualifying time without Sam running the first 3 miles with me and telling me over and over, "You got this. No problem."
The end of the race was all smiles because we found our super cute cheerleaders. But the smiles didn't last long. When we were ready to head home, Ryan took the kids one direction to find the van. Sam and I set off another direction to find our car that we had hastily parked that morning in a lot in downtown Denver. Turns out we had no idea which lot in downtown Denver. We had just finished running for more than 3 hours, and then we walked around downtown for at least 1.5 hours more looking for our car. We were so hungry and tired that we eventually just sat down against a wall and buried our heads to wait for Ryan to turn around and drive a half-hour back to help us. Kind of funny now. Kind of horrible in the moment.
Nothing makes me love my family more than thinking about how much support and help they gave me while I was training for this race.
And just to keep things fair, here's Ryan after his own race a few weeks later.
1 comment:
Way to go! What an inspiration. Maybe someday I'll run a marathon...maybe. Either way, it's great to hear about yours and see your family. You're a great bunch and we miss you. :D
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