Just over 13 weeks ago, my friend, Marla, and I embarked on a run/walk training program designed to spit us out ready to run a 10K injury free.
It's been my little quest to prove to myself that I can do hard things, that I'm a strong woman(because sometimes, I feel anything BUT strong). Through the training program, there were several hurdles to be overcome-early mornings after nights up with a sick child not the least of them.
Through the Grace of God, however, we arrived-ready to run, ready to claim our place among thousands of others who had come from all walks of life to run (or roll, as it may be) together in a celebration of so many things: Freedom, health, friends, family, departed loved ones who have left their prints on our hearts.
"Patriotic" costumes are encouraged, so Marla and I both dressed up according to our comfort level and personality styles. Can you tell who's a bit on the crazy side? Thank goodness I have Marla to keep me a little grounded at least. :)


My heroic shot just before the start signal.

I chose to put "Be strong and of a good courage" on my cape for a variety of reasons.
1) It comes from Joshua 1:9 "Have I not commanded thee? Be strong and of a good courage. Be not afraid, neither be thou dismayed, for the Lord thy God is with thee, withersoever thou goest." It's the 2010 theme for the youth program in my church, so it's been on my mind, and has really been a strength and comfort to me through the year as I've faced challenges both large and small.
2) It reminds me of the courage and faith demonstrated by Gaye Merrill as she faced, fought, and eventually was taken by cancer. She was a great influence in my life to remind me never to just give up if things get a bit rough. She fought with poise, faith, and even love. That's the kind of fighting I want to do.
3) It seemed to fit the patriotic theme as well-it has taken men and women of great strength, courage, and faith to lay the foundation for freedom, and to continue to protect that freedom through the years.

Reaching the mile 6 marker...just a few more steps to go 'till the finish line, baby!

Thanks to my rockin' sister, Rudy met up with me just past mile 6 to finish the race with me. He really wanted to run the race, so this is what we figured out for a solution. At first he was hesitant about running in the street without holding my hand, 'cause normally that's the ULTIMATE 'no-no'. After I showed him how police officers were making sure NO cars could drive on the street, he loosened up, though.

The crowds kinda got to the kiddo at the end, and I popped him up on my shoulders for added security. I think he may have still been freakin' out a bit...but nothing he didn't recover from immediately when he got to put on 'his' finisher's medal. :)

My fellow crazies, the vikings. Man, do I love a step out of the norm once in a while. :) Rudy's totally checking out that chick's ax...I'm sure he's thinking..."Whoa! that is is one serious pokey!"

Victory finisher's pose.

Victory pose with Rudy

'traditional' orange face pics


Training for this race has been a great experience. I love that Rudy thinks running rocks the world. He loves to hop in the jogger and participate in my runs, and he'll often turn a walk into a run. He's run for about 5 blocks straight before, just because.
I like to think I'm teaching him to value the precious gift of a healthy body that he's been given, and to find joy in nurturing it and strengthening it. I hope he will develop a strong enough sense of wonder and reverence for his body to give teenage friends' invitations to pump it full of poison a second thought at least.
I loved having Rudy along for the last .2 miles of the race. What a treat! Thanks for making that happen, Heidi.
My only regret is that Jason had to work, so he couldn't be there. Maybe for the the next one, though.
While standing in line for my last minute pee break before the race, I met another preggo runner. She did the 10K at 31 weeks-which is really inspiring to me that perhaps I'll make it to my next goal race: the Swiss Days 10K in early September. If all goes well, I sure would love to run through to my darling baby's birth. I think it would just make getting back in the saddle again that much easier (or less hard at least).
I really want to pursue my life long dream to run a marathon...and if that's gonna happen, I'd better get started training soon after my babe is born, so I have time to train and run the thing before baby hunger strikes again. ;)