Better luck next year!

My husband ran in a half-marathon today.

I was so excited for him. He came home for his two-day leave, and I had all his stuff ready for him (since he couldn't pick up the registration packet--don't tell anyone I forged his signature on the waiver!). He confessed to having not trained in two weeks, which made me giggle, but he ran track in college. Some things you're just good at.

He told me he wasn't going to try to be competitive. (Right.) The race started at 8am, and he said it would probably take him two hours. I made a plan to leave the house at 9am so we'd have plenty of time to find a place to park and walk over to the finish line.

Well, we barely made it in time. Mark came smoking across that finish line at 9:28am, placing in the top 15. (Exact scores haven't been released yet.) If he was aiming to take two hours, he'll have to try again next year. Because this year he rocked it.

The sweetest thing? We were standing about 200 feet from the finish line. When my 5yo saw Mark, he started cheering and waving. Mark stopped, grabbed his hand, and together they ran across the finish line.

Brought tears to my eyes.

I'm riding high on a borrowed adrenaline rush today, because I didn't run. But my husband and several friends did, and I think you are all AMAZING.