our weekend started on friday at heritage day at cha. the kids create museums about the countries that they are from and give oral presentations to the class and parents. and then we celebrate with food - always a fun thing.
sofia presented on mexico with a keynote complete with pictures, facts and an audio file of my dad saying hello to the class from his radio program, such a cool bonus. he's done that for each of the kids for this project.
after lunch we got in the car with my parents and headed up to solvang.
|my sister-in-law and friend from school.|
the first five miles of this race, on this particular day were torture. maybe it was the warmer weather or the stress of the last few months catching up to me. but my legs did not want to move. i felt every ache, i needed to use the potty (i didn't for the entire race because it would have cost me 20 minutes of waiting in line.) i struggled physically and emotionally. i thought many times - i will never do this again. and then i reached the tough hill at mile 6. i climb the corkscrew, huffing and puffing, having to walk, ready for it to be over. i reach the top and as if it were the first time i had done this race, i was taken away by the view. and just like that, a burst of energy (most likely from the gels) kicks in and i know i can do it.
i turned into the final stretch and saw my parents and sofia cheering me on. closer to the finish line i saw sergio and my teammates yelling out my name. and i ran faster. i crossed the finish line at 2:25, 13 minutes slower than my best time 3 years ago. it's disappointing to work so hard for 16 weeks only to have a "bad" run on race day. honestly, once i crossed the finish line i let go of all of the negative feelings and i embraced the joy of finishing my fourth half marathon!
and then i went back to the room to shower, ice my ankle and sleep.
then off to bed for the night.
on sunday my ankle was in bad shape. i was icing, taking advil and using the biofreeze that came in our recovering pack. it all helped, for a moment and then it hurt again.
sitting outside, eating french toast and breakfast wraps, talking about our race experience. getting to know debbie. just enjoying this awesome town was a great way to celebrate mother's day.
getting to spend time with my mom who i adore. she is such a huge support for me.
and then it was time for the long car ride home. feeling content. feeling accomplished. feeling happy. with my kids, my hubby and my medal. and a bag of ice.