In the days of old, Mommy used to race.
Olathe 2006 with my eScreeners
Me and Brian Smith!
All of the starters and finishers of 26.2!
San Francisco 2007 by myself
I really can think of no better way to end 13.1 miles than with a fireman handing me a Tiffany Box containing an awesome medal necklace.
So it is very important to me, while I'm injured and can't run, to keep Max enthused about running, racing, and the fun of it all.
Today, we stepped outside to cheer on the KC Marathoners. We live between miles 14-15 on the route - the crucial beyond half-way point that tells the runners to JUST KEEP GOING. So Paul, Max, and I did just that. We cheered, waved pom-poms, and yelled for runners.
What a great cheerer!
And hopefully by next year, Max can cheer for Mommy for the first time. That would be so very wonderfully awesome.