On Sunday I spent the morning tracking the progress of two close friends and three family members as they participated in the Chicago Marathon. I snuck quick glances during church choir warm-up and then again as soon as Mass was over. I felt like I was there every step of the way. I am incredibly proud of each of them.
In particular, I am in awe of my friend Trena. She trained so hard for this, letting the world follow her ups and downs in her blog. She was raw, full of emotion and unprotected in that blog. I saw just how supportive her husband Bob is. Through it, I got even closer to her. And really learned how blessed I am to call her my bestie.
A month ago, Miss KP and I participated in the first Muddy Trail Run, a fundraiser for Junior Achievement. Although the obstacles did not have the difficulty as the Warrior Dash, they were harder for me. Coming off of a six-week illness with no regard to training or eating right, I was a hot mess. KP, on the other hand, kicked major ass on her first 5K. I was so proud of her. And disappointed in myself for going back on my promise to get healthier.
A few weeks ago, a friend of Cory's invited us to participate in the Spartan Race in April. It's similar to the Warrior Dash, but I think it's geared more to athletes. I am excited to say that Cory is joining me for this muddy dash. Not only because I think he will have a blast, but also because he won't let me fail. He will help me discover my best me. He will be my Bob.
Third time, people.
