While we were in California last week, Tiff ran in the San Francisco Marathon. Why anyone wants to run 26.2 miles is pretty much beyond me... but we were really proud of her for making the goal and sticking to it. You can read about her experience here.
While we waited at the finish line on the Embarcadero, we were all a little inspired by the runners crossing the finishing line. We all took our turns throwing out lofty goals like "maybe someday I could do this..." by the time we were crossing the Bay Bridge into Oakland - I got honest with myself. I'm no runner. I'm no good at doing much of anything that isn't immediately satisfying and enjoyable. I'm much better at say - eating. But instead of feeling like a total loser as I ate my crab salad sandwich from Fentons, I decided, someday... maybe someday... I'll run a 5K.
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Maybe they SHOULD hand out medals after giving birth! Seriously! Not that I have anything to compare it to, but I think child birth and running a marathon are very alike in some ways...it is very hard and very painful and as you are doing it you are screaming to yourself in your head "I AM NEVER DOING THIS AGAIN!!!!" but then the reward in the end is totally worth it. And then after it's over, a year later you want to do it again. But then when you are in the middle of it again, you tell yourself once again, "I AM NEVER DOING THIS AGAIN!!!!?
Thanks for being there guys, I am so glad you were there to cheer me on at the finish line! :)
For a minute there I had a strong desire to run a marathon too! So impressive and inspiring. How fun to have time with family :)
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