We got up early this a.m. and rolled up to C-bad to pick up my bib and watch the H-man run with the little people. He was all fired up to run “all by himself because he is a big boy”
My how things changed when I got him to the start line. Tears started flowing and then he did it…he asked me to run with him. And I did it- with my ginormo purse and all! What a sight we were. We ran that 50 yard dash like old pros. Me laughing him crying and laughing at the same time. You know, the old cry-laugh.
We crossed the finish line and there was someone waiting with a bright shiny medal. That’s when the tears stopped and the awesomeness started. What kid doesn’t love a medal? Shoot, what adult doesn’t love a medal? He got his goodies: banana, orange, water and a kids clif bar. We then packed it up and headed back to the parentals house.
Race weekend day 1: done.
Once we got to the house I started laundry and realized I hadn’t run since Wednesday. Figured I do a mile to test the foot and get ready to run tomorrow. This ended up being a terrible idea. Wind was gusting and my parents neighborhood is HILLY. I am talking San Fran hilly. Ran 1.25 up hill into a gnarly headwind. Can you guess how my foot is feeling? NOT GOOD.
I am wavering about tomorrow. If I tape it I will be fine. I just don’t know if it’s worth risking major injury and having to miss La Jolla or worse, the OC Marathon.
WHAT DO I DO?
Tape it and take it easy? Chill?