White Rock Marathon

No I did not run a marathon this morning. I wish I could proudly say that I did because believe me if I had just run 26.2 miles I would be proudly saying I ran a marathon. In fact, I am totally the opposite of a marathon runner. I am offically pathetic. But I will get back to that in a minute.

Today my sweet friend Kristin, ran her first marathon!! Melissa and I stood at the 25th mile marker and waited for our sweet friend to run by. That's right the 25th mile marker. Sorry I still can't even fathom that. As we waited for her, hundreds of these runners kept running by us and I just kept thinking to myself...these people have already been running for TWENTY FIVE MILES!!! 25! And some of them looked like they had only been running one mile previously to passing us. But it was an incredible experience. I was so inspired by my precious friend. I was so proud of her. I cried as if it was my own child passing by me. When we saw her coming, we jumped up and down, screamed and held our posters proudly. We even got to run with her for just a minute. I have a new respect for these marathon runners.


Kristin seeing us and our sign!

A quick hug on the run!!












So after they passed us, Melissa and I decided we wanted to walk the last mile so we could spend some time with Kristin at the finish line. As we started walking, it started to drizzle, but we made it and ran right into her after she finished!! It was so fun to be able to really give her a hug, not just one on the run and tell her how proud we are of her.


Suzy, in the pink, is another one of our friends. This was her second marathon to run. Her and Kristin trained together for this one and ran the whole time together. These are two strong women!!!


She definitely looks better than me.










This is the pathetic part:
After we talked with Suzy and Kristin for a while, it really started to rain and it was only 48 degrees. We had sweet Joshua with us, Melissa's son, and so we decided because we were wet and cold we better run back to the car and get there as quickly as possible. So we ran the mile back to our car. I was exhausted, totally out of breath, legs felt like jello. I felt like the most pathetic person on the face of this earth. Here we are running past all these people who are wearing their medals for finishing a marathon and I am almost passing out from my mile run. And my legs are sore tonight. Absolutely pathetic. Melissa said it best while we were passing the smiling faces of accomplished marathon runners when she said "We are not worthy to be running in their presence."