When I picked up my race packet and saw that I was given number 5, I knew it was a sign that it was going to be a great race. The race director Tonia had just celebrated her daughter's 5th birthday.
With the flexiblity to run the race over three days I knew I would be able to get the miles in.
Our family's Saturday packed so I ran 6.5 miles (50:57/ 7:50) of the Rock Your Socks Off Half Marathon virtual race in the early morning and hoped to pick up the remainder that evening. My bossyhardheadeddaughter wanting to make sure I was up to Races With Babes standards. Something she reminds me daily that I fall short of. So with her help, I decided to rock a sock skirt in honor of the stylist race director but it was so hot and humid and I ended up stripping clothes not all of them mid run.
I wasn't able to finish my miles so I planned to squeeze them in on Sunday...somehow.
Sunday came and my thoughts were hopeful to squeeze in my half marathon loop it wouldn't quite work that way and just use it as my race time but the day would not go that way.
I had a tight time frame to get my miles in before Hubbs had to head off to VA. Biking Sherpa was joining me but running late so I started with a 3.5 mile (25:12/ 7:12) out and back and then picked Biking Sherpa up.
She thought I would have LBM and the stroller to put her things in but I was running solo so she left most everything at the house. Including water.
We were enjoying the fact that I was already 'warmed up' from my 3.5 miles and we could talk more easily. We talked about running, blogging, work, her family issues, Biking Sherpas BF. We talked about God and Biking Sherpa's desire to learn more and help her BF strengthen his faith. It was a great conversation! I need take for granted the blessings I have been given to share such time with my neice. I know I am fortunate that she allows me to be part of her life and seeks my opinion and advice.
We ran hard even with the conversations. The heat and humidity was terrible. We often joke about how much I sweat and how little Biking Sherpa sweats. She doesn't.at.all. It's weird. So as I am dieing and hearing all of your 'voices' telling me how I need to carry water on long runs, I am wiping sweat off my arms and face.
That wouldn't be a problem for long.
Neither would the lack of water to drink.
It rained. It poured. It was wonderful!
It was just what we needed when we needed it!
At least Biking Sherpa finally looks like she got sweaty.
We have always loved running in the rain. It is something that feels so freeing and joyful to both of us. I hope she continues to allow herself to 'play' in the rain as she makes her own life.
We finished the last 6.5 miles (46:02 /7:05) and felt great as we dripped from head to toe.
And for this runner that is now I rock my socks off!