On October 23rd I ran the Marathon for Adoption. It was a gorgeous day.
It started out nice and cool and then as it warmed up, we had a few rain showers come down on us. I don’t have any pictures of me in the rain but here’s one of Ben. Hopefully he won’t be too mad at me for putting this picture in. I’m still so proud of him for running the marathon.

Look how big those rain drops are.
I think this was around mile 16. At this point in the run, I was doing awesome. I was totally set to beat my PR. I was feeling good. Then, at mile 22, I hit the hill of doom. EVERYONE was taking walking breaks on this hill. And then some major nausea hit me. I don’t know why. I’ve ran in much more humid weather, much hotter, much colder. But for some reason, it hit hard and I had to walk. I ended up getting five minutes slower than my PR, but I’m okay with it. 4:25:57. That’s not bad considering how much I walked and how sick I felt.
Audrey and Kate ran out with me to cross the finish line. It was really fun to have them with me. I know the clock overhead says 4:35, but I started the run nine minutes late. Not because there were so many runners… because I was in the line for the bathroom when the start gun went off. It was a little stressful for me.
I bought this poster board the day before the marathon and then shamelessly hinted for my kids to make a poster for me while I was busy doing something in the other room. If you look closely at it, you can see that Audrey drew a finish line with me running through and the clock time saying 5:60. Apparently, she didn’t have a lot of faith in me. I love how she drew me in a running skirt!
Jamie was so nice to drive Ben and me to our race early in the morning so our spouses wouldn’t have to get the kids up so early. Then she stuck around until I was done. In case you didn’t notice, my bib number was #6. That’s is craziness. Usually the really low numbers are reserved for the fastest runners. It was kind of cool though.











































