The One After a Race
The boys and I woke up Saturday morning and ate breakfast, although I was too nervous to eat more than a few bites (the burrito bowl I had the night before didn't help either). Sarah picked up our race packets the night before, so we drove over to the whitewater center in the AM and walked straight up to the starting line. From there we waited. And waited (the "rafting hippies", as John affectionately called them, were a little unorganized). And then the race started! The boys were in the second heat, and I opted to stay behind and run in the fourth heat with Sarah. I had anticipated only needing to stop and walk once during the race - I feel really confident in my first two miles, but I might need a break on the uphills before the last one and change. This notion died quickly, as the course was way tougher than I had expected. Not to worry, Sarah kept me motivated and we ran-walked the narrow, muddy, root-ridden course together. And then we drank (it was the 2nd annual Brew Bash, after all!). And out of negligence I got *insert Ralphie from A Christmas Story voice here* sun poisoning. My shoulders are now covered in blisters. It's the worst. And probably the dumbest thing I've done in a while. I am mad at myself for abusing my poor skin that way. *Facepalm*
But the race was fun, and the beer was good. It was oh-so-wonderful to spend some time with my boys. We've been the three musketeers since forever, and it was a lot of fun to be together again.