They had been preparing for months. Through injuries, busy schedules, new jobs, and rainy 18 mile training runs. And they were prepared.
This past weekend we accompanied three of my brothers and sister-in-law to Savannah to run in the Rock n’ Roll Savannah Marathon. By “accompanied” I mean we came to buy the donuts and hold the silly signs. We rented a house on Tybee Island and were well stocked with food for the weekend.
I am so proud of these four (and my cousin and sister-in-law’s sister who ran the half-marathon), at their optimism the night before. They prepared their water bottles, stuffed their jelly beans and goo pouches into their running belts, and meticulous pinned their numbers.
Only one problem. The temperature was about 20 degrees warmer than it should have been.
Around 10 am – THREE hours into running, and within a half dozen miles of the finish, race officials started diverting the runners. The heat index was pushing 100, and race conditions were dangerous for the runners.
I cannot say how very proud I am of these guys. For their hard work for months. For their strength of body and mind to go after such a goal. It may not have been the finish they were hoping for but I am incredibly proud of what they accomplished out there!
We spend the rest of the ironically cool and rainy weekend on Tybee in a gorgeous circa 1897 house sipping coffee on the front porch in white rockers, playing games, watching movies and taking walks on the beach in between rainstorms. I am so grateful for a weekend away enjoying the richness of these relationships!