Today my sweet one ran his first half marathon.That's 13.1 miles.
In a row.
Without stopping.
It was a beautiful, crisp morning. Chilly even.
He was one of around 4,000.
About 1 hour 50-ish minutes later, he crossed the finish line.
When, you may ask yourself, did he start running? Well, about 7 months ago. He has diligently trained and worked himself up to this point. It's very common for him to come in from running on the treadmill in the shop, dripping with sweat (the guy sweats!) at midnight.
Yes, on a school night.
He reads to the boys and then after all the work of the day is done, he goes out and runs.
He loves it.
A few jamba juices, clif bar samples, race t-shirt and a half eaten hamburger later it's time to go.
We were all so proud of him. Way to go honey.
