This post echos my very first post that started my blog one year ago. It isn't my actual blogiversary, yet, but the same event that I blogged about that day.
This weekend was just what the doctor ordered! I met up with my very dear childhood friend, Christy, and her sister, who is also my dear friend, Connie, and two of their friends. We had a fun girls' road trip, chatting, laughing, and catching up.
Before the race, Nancy, Connie, Christy, Kim, Sher (me), Rachel
Saturday morning we got up to run the half marathon race in St. George. We met up with my other very dear childhood friend, Rachel, who is also my cousin. First let me just say, that this weekend reminded my just how much I love these ladies. Why we were such good friends growing up, why we've kept in touch, and why I wish we got together WAY more often.
We started the race all together, then somewhere along the line, all split up, going our own pace. Rachel dragged me a long with her. She is one strong chica! At points when I wanted to slow down, she was going strong, and kept the pace. At other points, I was on fire, and pushed her to keep up. Between her strength and her funny Twilight commentary, I thoroughly enjoyed running alongside Rachel. The day was amazingly beautiful. Sunny, and just a little on the chilly side. Perfect for a run.
I finished better than I thought I would after "cramming" for the race. Racing is so motivating for me. I don't know if it's the endorphins, or the adrenaline, but it gives me power over my lazy side and makes me want to keep going. Even if I know I'll never win. There is something very powerful in knowing that you're surrounded my thousands of people who are as passionate about something as you are.
Post race. We Did it!!! Christy and Me.
Connie, Christy, and me, after finishing the race.
After the race we met up for lunch with three of my favorite gals from my running group, then did a little shopping, eating, and went to a chick flick. Just perfect for a girls' weekend.
I did come home to a deathly sick husband, and a home that looked like a bomb hit. Of all the times for C to get sick, he had to pick the weekend I was gone. I felt so bad for him. So, all weekend, he went to bed and left KJ to babysit, hence the mess. I got home, and immediately reclaimed my role as drill sergeant, and the kids had the mess cleaned up in no time.
I'm so glad I went.