Right when you start the race, the amount of people is unbelievable.
I watched certain people and wondered, what THEIR chapter would be in my story from the day.
Chapter 1: AND WERE OFF
Chapter 2: GOD BLESS AMERICA
(this flag is what it is all about people!)
Chapter 3: THERES ALWAYS A BUTT!
Chapter 4: BREATHTAKING
(Each string that hangs off her skirt was a woman's name that was affected by breast cancer,
she walked for all those woman.)
Chapter 5:FEELING THE BURN
(half way there)
Chapter 6: MEMORABLE
(as I was feeling the burn with my son, this woman walked for hers.)
Chapter 7 :"THE" FUR BUS
Some where around mile 4, Alex and I started to drag just a bit. We were searching ever so hard for the next mile sign, so we could be one step closer to finishing. And then we saw this young man...
Chapter 8 : INSPIRING
(there was nothing to complain about after this,
we could feel the breeze and the sky turned 4 different shades of blue)
Like any race, the prize for the common,
not the non human Kenyan winner of the thousands runner is a t-shirt....
Chapter 9: VICTORY
(size medium please.)
When the day is all said and done, your 6.2 miles, is more like 8. something. The walk BACK to the Marta station must be like the walk to the execution chamber. SLOW, MIND DUMBING, and NOT OVER FAST ENOUGH. And if your my 10 year old son who had to UMMM let's just say potty sitting down, it's was (trumpets playing) the DEATH MARCH.
In the end, Brian and I had a wonderful morning with our boys.
And my blisters on my heels and bruised toe nails (yes I know I have wimpy feet) still can't take away the joy I felt when the 4 of us crossed that finish line TOGETHER. Because once again we showed our kids (by example) that its always better when it's done with family.