A gorgeous morning on South Mountain, the best running partner/coach next to my side, fresh legs, steady pace and then...MILE ELEVEN. Some genius decided that the last 2 miles of the race should be uphill!!?? I was not physically, emotionally or mentally ready for this! Not to mention, my stomach was getting the best of me. The last 2 miles were nothing short of a NIGHTMARE! As slow as the last mile was, I ran till the end and all things considered I am happy with my time.
This was the 1st Half Marathon for my Dad and I. At 51 he is still the one leading the way and helping to push me through the race. Just emailed me with 2 new races he thinks we should do...I can't even think about it yet.
This is the form of someone who doesn't know if they can even make it 5 more feet to the finish line. After a few days of recovery I can finally admit this whole ordeal may have been worth it.
This was the 1st Half Marathon for my Dad and I. At 51 he is still the one leading the way and helping to push me through the race. Just emailed me with 2 new races he thinks we should do...I can't even think about it yet.
This is the form of someone who doesn't know if they can even make it 5 more feet to the finish line. After a few days of recovery I can finally admit this whole ordeal may have been worth it.
Putting the invite in the pencil box was so cute and clever. I was assigned an appetizer, so of course I made the childhood classic "pigs in a blanket".
Things were official when Molly and Jimmy rocked hair nets while serving up our food on the same lunch trays we all remember from grade school.
We played the Elementary School picture game. Kirk was cute and awarded "Mama's Boy". However, my 1st grade photo resembled a girl right out of Colorado City. Being only 7 yrs. old I am blaming this fashion faux pas on my mom.
Who doesn't like getting a party favor? These apples were every bit as good as they look!