Yesterday was the Webster/Kirkwood Turkey Day Run, put on by Big River Running. This run is a tradition between two rival towns. We lived in Webster Groves for 18 years and all of our kids went to Webster Groves High School. So I am definitely a Webster fan. 4,000 runners participated in this run on a very cold Thanksgiving morning.
If you want to know how I got roped into this run you can read this past blog. It explains how my daughter, Maria, for my birthday present signed me up for this race.
I was so nervous before the race. I was pretty sure I could run the six miles. I was just not sure I could run the whole way. I was definitely confident that I would finish the race. And when we arrived there were so many runners there. My son Kevin joined Maria and me in the race. And my sister, brother in law and husband were there to cheer us on. And then Kevin’s wife and daughter arrived. I knew this was going to be a great morning. I was nervous but with all this support around me I was totally pumped.
And then I started to look around at the runners. I always seem to compare my body to others. Was I the fattest runner out there? Nope, definitely not this year. My body actually blended in with the other runners. I mentioned that to my son Kevin and he said “Mom, you got to quit saying that about being the biggest one. Because you aren’t anymore.” What a sweetheart! So then I started to look at the runners again. I definitely saw that I was one of the older runners there. And that made me feel very proud. I was so proud that at my age I was out doing an activity that I never thought I would be able to do.
The race started and Kevin, my very fit son, who plays basketball every morning and my fitter than fit daughter who works out and runs everyday ran right beside me. They never left my side. We started with a decent pace. And I was able to keep up with them. But when we got to the three mile mark I was really starting to get winded. There were a lot of hills. Maria and Kevin kept encouraging me. I tried to let my mind wander and not think about what I was doing. I imagined my grandchildren at the end of the race and cheering me on. “Come on Grandma, you can do it.” That thought calmed me down and gave me new energy.
And then Kevin said “Mom we are at the end. The finish line is right over there.” That really gave me a renewed energy and then I saw a group of young children holding up signs. And I thought how cute. It said “Grandma your number 1.” And then I saw that they were my grandchildren. I was so overwhelmed and excited! I had no idea that they would come out on such a cold morning to cheer us on. Maria’s husband also came out. My daughter in law, sister and brother in law and grandchildren were cheering us on. I was really feeling the love.
It was a great feeling to cross that finish line. And then I saw my husband waiting for me. And I could not have been happier. He has been so supportive. And to have two of my children right by my side crossing that finish line made for a very memorable day.
And were off
The best feeling ever – crossing the finish line!
My husband-the photographer.
My support group.
A time was texted to my husbands phone.