Saturday I enjoyed watching my daughter run a half marathon, her first official race. She made a spur of the moment decision to run in it while she was with her roommate who was signing up for the race. She was feeling some regret about her decision since she hadn’t been able to find the time to train because of the demands of being back in school while continuing to work twenty-seven hours a week.
She determined to go ahead and run the race despite her lack of preparation. Considering she had never run more than nine miles before the day of the race, she did remarkable running 11.5 minute miles. It must be all those exercise videos she has diligently done for the past fifteen years.
She said she enjoyed running the first nine miles listening to her IPod playlist while relishing a gorgeous early morning with next to perfect running temperatures. The last four miles were difficult because she became light-headed and weak. The thing that re-energized her was the cheering from onlookers along the race path and listening to upbeat music.
It was an especially neat and inspiring experience for me to cheer in my loudest voice for my daughter, the elderly, and the handicapped.
