it was the kind of weekend you spend four months praying for.
cool temperatures, (mostly) clear skies, beautiful colors.
i called it an adventure. staying someplace out of the ordinary, seeing lovely sights, eating amazing food, hanging out with hubby, and going for a run. the best kind of adventure. i hoped it would be wonderful.
i was worried. worried that the creaky knees just didn't have this in them.
i was (slightly) upset. upset that i would not be meeting the goal i had originally set for myself.
i was nervous. because i always am.
i was excited. i love staying in hotels.
i was excited. i love races.
i was excited. i was ready for some time away.
i might have cried a little bit at packet pick up.
i kind of expected that.
but the tears didn't last long.
i had some running to do.
it was, as the saying goes, half the distance and twice the fun.
despite the creakiness. and the swelling. and more than a little pain.
and inspiring. ( as always. )
and wonderful. of course.
how could it not be?
this was the first thing i saw when we arrived.
(standing on the bridge, looking into the river. love.)
ps - the title is how the race director closes every email he sends before the race. i think that's awesome.