it takes two

we did it! smokin' joe and i ran the half marathon. he stayed with me the whole way. yes at 60. my father can run farther and faster. you might have thought the opposite. i will admit. no its not. this should have motivated me more during the race. but i stuck with my goal. to finish. thats all i wanted. we did pick a few choice people along the way. as targets. my dad said. pick some people. and we will pass them. and we did. he was so proud. we even passed one couple on an incline. did i mention there were a lot of those inclines. hills! oh the hills. nightmares i will have about those hills. so anyway, back to those targets. so around mile 8. we get this man. we called him good ol' boy. he was just that. huffin. puffin. and told us we were his target. he had been trying to catch up with us for two miles. this baffled my dad. what? we were a target. he wanted to beat that guy with everything we had. but i couldnt. remember that goal. to finish. we stuck with him. but he found a little more in him to step on the finish line right before us. although he had done a half marathon the same race we did the 10K. i know this because he wore the shirt. oh well. i felt pretty good through out. a few moments. i felt like i was in a daze. wondering how my feet and legs were still moving. but we did it with a smile on our face. scarfed down our energy jelly beans. and talked about doing another one next year. i said yes. but please no hills. or just one.

{zola was so excited and happy for us. she couldnt stay still.}