You know it must be almost summer when we start racing in our family!
I guess technically race season for us started a few weekends ago when Josh ran his 10 mile XC race, but I was too busy chasing two kids and trying to stay warm to take pictures, so let’s just call this the beginning of our racing season.
Oh fine, I found some pictures.
A hyperactive Widget
Oh Texas, the only place where bbq is an acceptable post run recovery meal
Truly though, this race was pretty awesome and we had a lot of fun, especially Josh, since he got 2nd in his age group and 7th overall! I knew I married this man for a reason.
So my race wasn’t quite as stellar, but I didn’t finish last! Also, I learned an important lesson about impulses, and that is, you often regret them. Especially when your impulse is to say, hey, a race on the beach sounds great! Trail hard sand, I’ll believe them!
Don’t let this photo fool you, this was as good as it got all day
Josh got to practice his spectathlete skills as he had to wrangle both girls and take pictures for the first time
I think he believes me now when I tell him that the person racing has the easy job
Don’t let those smiles fool you, they were pretty mischievous!
Eliza looks so much like my Granny Rose when she does that bottom lip thing, it always makes me laugh
Warming up. For all the good it did me as the race started 30 minutes late.
What else is there to do when you’re just sitting around waiting?
Now you start to get an idea of the real conditions (nice hair, right?)
So while we were waiting, I joked to Josh, I bet the race instructions are something like, run to the water, then just run down that ways and turn around.
I broke out the GPS (the reason I’m doing a big race no-no and wearing headphones) because the honest to goodness directions were, run to the waterline, turn right, and turn around at the garbage cans.
That would be my look of fear and please come and get me if I haven’t shown back up in two hours.
Eliza wonders if she’ll ever see mama again
While Marion just chased seagulls
In the fog, mist, and blowing wind
Josh said she almost caught a few
Apparently we all found the trashcans and turned around properly
Waiting for mama
What might be my most favorite picture in the entire world
Just to be extra cruel, they made us run past the finish line, down the beach to another set of trash cans (no joke) turn around, and then we were done
The final approach
The seagulls were the loudest spectators
The wind was no joke that day
Tada! I finished!
My sweet girls
They’re the reason I do this
All in all, it wasn’t that bad of a race, just poorly organized and not exactly what I expected. It was still fun though and we had a good trip as a little family. Although I think we’d all agree the best part was the recovery breakfast at IHOP!