My 'Pit Crew' Rocks!

Yesterday was my second race. Unfortunately, Grandma and Grandpa are out of town so we had no help this time with the kids. Thankfully, it didn't rain this time. Andrew and I were trying to explain to Jojo in three year'old language what we were doing. Since we love CARS around here, the best way to explain it, 'pit crew'! Andrew told Jojo, 'we need to take care of mommy while she runs for kids who are sick. we will make sure she has water and things to fuel her body'...all of a sudden we had a very excited crew :) I cannot explain to you what it means to see them throughout my run. This time our run was in Fruitland, ID, about an hour away. We started packing Friday night, snacks, sweater, gloves, DVD player, not to mention all the stuff I need! But we did it, we were out the door by 7:15am. The race started at 9am, and I was done 2 hours and 16 minutes later! Since I only had six days to recover from my last half marathon, this one was exhausting. I did pretty good until the last two miles. I was tired. Also, I heard a song that reminded me of my brother and his fiance who are overseas, and forget it I lost it. After praying for them, I asked the Lord to help me. You asked me to do this, give me the strength to endure. I knew I could not walk or it was all over. God was faithful, I was able to run it all, and even finish 6 minutes faster than my last race. A big thanks to my 'pit crew', thanks for the cheering, smiling, for all the water, GU, jelly beans too, and just for being you. (Lightening McQueen would be so jealous).

We did it!!

'I did it!' that is what a yelled out, with my arms up in the air, as I crossed the finish line. Two hours, 22 mins. Sigh of relief. It was 40 degrees this morning and raining, not good. I prayed that it wouldn't rain, but it did. He doesn't always give us what we ask for in the way we ask. God was faithful to give me the endurance I needed to run the whole race and an incredible husband to help me do it. DRUM ROLE please...Andrew has officially won the 'husband of the year' award. Where do I begin, he set out all of my stuff I needed for the race and the boys. He fixed me a yummy baked potato last night for dinner and made sure I did the minimal amount of work around the house. He made signs with the boys to cheer me on. He even went to the store for me! But the sweetest thing he did, was run the last 1.1 miles with me. When I was totally exhausted...he cheered me on, made me laugh by chasing deer, told me that one mile was nothing for me and that I was doing great. It reminds me of a verse in Ecc. 4 that saids 'two are better than one, for if one falls the other will pick him up'...I am so thankful for someone who is willing to 'pick me up'. One race down, three to go!