The hubs was gone all weekend moose hunting, so I was single mommin' it which was fine.
Saturday we watched movies and cuddled and played around the house.
By the way the rumors are true, Brave scared the shit out of Mabel...
Saturday night my wonderful Sister-in-law offered to take Mabel for a sleep over.
Sunday morning Chippy and I woke up nice and early to drive down to the Bay State Marathon to surprise and cheer on Lauren
You can read her guest post here.
The hubs took my car....and my GPS.
I mapquested it and wrote the directions on a piece of paper.
I had no idea where I was going and there were approximately 20 times where I thought to myself
"Lauren will never know, I should just turn around"
but then I remembered how hard it is for me to find supportive and motivating friends on my fitness journey and they best way to get friends is to be a friend.
So I kept going and thought, if nothing races always make me emotional and re-charge me so I will have that.
When we got closer I saw the road closed and a bunch of runners.
I pulled into the closet parking lot and parked the truck.
As I'm getting out and getting Chip in his stroller I look over and next to us was Lauren's mom!
She had no idea who I was and honestly I barely recognized her ( I haven't seen her in 13 years!)
She told me to go across the bridge and I would probably catch her.
At the word bridge I almost put Chip back in the car.
I. HATE. BRIDGES.
Walking over one?!?! Is that a joke.
I didn't want to look like even more of a creep so I smiled and walked away.... towards the bridge.
I was having a panic attack the whole time, and just kept thinking Lauren is running 26.2 fricking miles right now I can walk over a damn bridge.
I finally got over it and stepped to the side of the road to get our signs ready and gather myself.
I looked up and there was Lauren.
I called her name but she didn't hear us and ran right past.
I was so bummed we came this whole way and we missed her.
Then she stopped running and went over to the side.
I was standing right next to her husband and she stopped to re-fuel.
I ran over screaming her name and she immediately started crying.
Honestly I'm crying writing this.
I'm sure many of you reading this understand that feeling, when you know someone has worked so hard and wanted to give up so many times, but they didn't.
They pushed on.
They crossed that finish line.
Lauren did that, for me even before she started the race.
I was so happy to be there to share even one second with her.
She finished under 5 hours which was her goal.
I couldn't be more proud.
|After her race with her friend Amy|
Congrats again Lauren, I never had any doubt.
I also got my hair done this weekend finally. I had a friend from high school do it and I love it. It's not a drastic difference but it's shorter and I have some honey brown highlights. Let's see if I keep up with it.