Originally posted on October 28, 2010 Let me be clear: I didn't run. As I've been saying for some time, I only run when I'm being chased. But my husband did run. He ran it in under 3 hours.
I was a wreck. He was doing
better than I was heading into it. I was sitting in traffic trying to
get to the finish line to pick up Ashley and Eddie, and an ambulance
went by, and I cried. Not sobbed or anything, but I was so freaked out
that he was going to get hurt. Thank goodness I was alone in my car. Or
somewhat alone. The guy in the convertible next to me kept eyeing me.
Couldn't tell whether I should be flattered or confused. Anyway.
We've
decided that this Myrtle Beach Mini Marathon is going to be a
tradition. Ashley and Eddie will run it (she was 53rd overall-- how
ridiculous is that?), and I will drop them off, take a shower, worry,
and drive to the finish line to pick up the road-wary runners. I was
fantastic at my job. Except that I left Ashley at the finish line for an
hour while I sat in traffic. Fail.
They are awesome. Had a great weekend. Go team!
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