I feel like I've been running a race all week. I definitely prefer to be at home in a relaxed setting, but sometimes you've just gotta hit the road. Traveling to see Mac's concert on Wednesday, and then back home again on Thursday was one thing. I had to head right back out Thursday evening to drop Abigail off at a friend's house because I was leaving for the International Quilt Festival bright and early Friday morning. My friend Lynn commented that she was worried I would have a headache from so much running around. She knows me well, but somehow, I was okay.
I arrived home close to 10 p.m. last night, and Collin and I played a few games of Ticket to Ride before turning in. We had to be up early, as we were heading out the door by 7:45 to run a race together. I drove, and he updated his Facebook status.
Running a 10k this morning... All I care about doing is beating my mom.
I told him to run with me, and then sprint at the end and he'd have me. We stayed close for about the first half-mile. And then I found my pace, and he dropped back. Not much. Just a little.
My time was 50:15, and Collin's was 55:15.
He commented on his own Facebook status following the race.
No dice :/
He was a super great sport about it, but I have a feeling that I may never beat him again.
And, hey! I won first place in my age group!