I got sick.
It hit me on Wednesday afternoon, but I wasn't too worried. I still had 4 days to get better. But by Saturday, I was worse. Body aches, horrible cough, pounding head and massive congestion.
Tripp and I talked about our options. His mom was planning to come to our house and stay with the kids Saturday night so we could stay on the other side of town, close to where the race was.
Option #1: Not go at all, eat the cost
Option #2: Sell our race registrations on craigslist (we paid $60 a person for this race!)
Option #3: Tripp runs by himself, with me cheering him from the sideline
In the end, we decided to still head out to Apache Junction for the night so Tripp could run in the race the next morning.
Here we are at the hotel, watching tv
The morning of the race was chilly and the forecast was saying rain. The 8k trail run was washed out from the rain the previous night. Tripp was not nervous or anxious or excited. He was just himself :-) He said it felt like he was getting ready to do p.t. like in the fire academy.
It felt weird to be on the other side of the plastic fence :-( But Tripp wanted to keep my close during the race so he pinned my race bib under his!
So serious as the runners move toward the starting line. I had to hold back tears as he crossed it without me.
Here he goes, crossing the finish line.
He's glad to be done! Official finish time - 1:54:05 which is an average pace of 8:25! Way to go, Honey! And since he wore my bib under his, I pr'd!! HaHa!
