My BFF ran in a half marathon today. That’s 13.1 miles. (or 21.08 kilometers) Perfect weather for it, a crisp fall morning which turned into a beautiful warm day. The run took place a few miles from where she lives, in a rural area as compared to where I live 50 miles North in suburbia.
My husband and I waited to see her at the 6.6 mile mark, the half way point, before she would loop around and do another 6.6miles.
and watched two people who had finished who were not quite ready to sit it out yet, dance to the music that was playingIt seemed the race was winding down, the people crossing the finish line thinning out, but Alice had still not appeared on the horizon down the road. Her husband rode his bike out onto the path to see where she was, and came back shortly reporting her feet were aching and she was slowly making her way, but still had a little over a mile to go. I handed my things to my husband and said I was going to walk out to meet her, I couldn’t stand the thought of her being out there struggling alone. I met her when she was about 3/4 of a mile from the finish, still running albeit at a slow enough pace for me to walk alongside. As we came within sight of where the rest of her friends were waiting near the finish, they all walked down to meet her and walk in with her too.but she crossed the finish herself