Race Day

It was exactly one year ago that I was in the best shape of my life. Last year Aaron and I ran the Trolley Trail 4 mile race. It felt really good and I was fast (well for me). Little did I know I was a few weeks pregnant....

This is us last year right after my race and before Henry's.

Now fast forward 1 year later. We again signed up for the race, but this time we were going to walk it while pushing Henry and Frances. When we woke up it was storming out; not too ideal for the kiddos. Although I wanted to do it personally, I couldn't take my kids out in that weather. If we started the race, we would have to finish it, no matter what. I could already hear Frances' cries. So, we passed on that and hoped Henry could still do the kid's race.  Last year he loved it and has been talking about it ever since. It would have been such a disappointment for him. Luckily the rain and thundering stopped so he could race.  Before the race he seemed a little nervous and short fused. I guess he was getting his game face on. We chose for him to do the 1/4 mile race.  We wanted to see if he could do it on his own, but in the end, Aaron ran with him.  Henry did great and ran the whole way. Great form and stayed serious the whole time, even with me clapping and cheering from the sidelines.

Henry running this year.

While we were at the race, I had Frances in a front carrier. She loved looking around and eventually fell asleep. While we were walking back to the car, her body was curled in to mine, relaxed and in complete trust. I could feel her heart beat next to mine and it felt like we were one again.  I don't know how to describe it, but it just feels right, so perfect.

The whole crew

So maybe I'm not in my best shape anymore, but I have something even better. I will get back to that level and when I do, I will have a little girl cheering for me in the end.