Our Day....

I ran the 1/2 marathon. I'm alive. It was challenging. It was fun. It was painful. I might do it again. But not anytime soon.

Details: I got a stomach bug the night before the race. My bowels were in an uproar right before the race and I have been sick all week. Put the heavy flow day of my period on top of that. Fatigue, bleeding, GI issues....just my luck. NO blooming restrooms the entire race! I had to deal with issues around mile 3 but had no way of doing it. The bushes never looked so tempting. I made it, albeit grumpy and a little bit worse for wear.

On the other hand, when things started to get painful and I wanted to be done around mile 6 or 7 I felt the strength of the prayers kick in that were said on my behalf. I knew my mom was praying, my husband, and a few of my friends. I KNOW that got me through in one piece.

I ran with and for my dear friend Liz. ("With" as in we ran in the same race--I was eating her dust from moment one). Lizzie, thanks for inspiring me and helping me through with a good training program and your prayers. I'm so proud of you!

My mom wrote me the sweetest poem--I will treasure it up in my heart:

OUR DAY

Finally came the day of the run,
I thought it would just be for fun.

But deeper than this I see,
Rewards came forth just for me.

A tee shirt (which I can finally wear!)
Also a medal which will grace the pair.

The puppet who comes to life
Will remind me of my personal strife.

The prayers in my behalf
Became for me a staff.

Oh, what an "Achievement Day"
I share with Him who is my ray.

Thank you Mom.