Race #8

On Father Day Dan and I ran another race together.  When I signed up for the race it was supposed to be my last one.  But a race we were going to run together in May didn't happen when our babysitter bailed at the last minute. So this was race number eight in four months.  And it just so happened to be the second race with baby #2.

This race was HARD. It was a five miler and I was at about six weeks pregnant. That is the worst time for me when it comes to running. Just like when I was pregnant with Jaime, starting at about five weeks I was unbelievably fatigued and running was just the worst. I had zero energy and so it was my slowest race of the year by far.  Dan stuck with me and we finished.

But slow or fast, it counts towards our goal.

And on the way home we stopped by Birdbath Bakery to pick up a pretzel crossaint and a muffin to share with the little bug.