|Early morning pre-race photo|
And so I prayed and then contacted my entire extended family. I let them all know that I had a dream to run a half-marathon, and who wanted in? First, my big brother Jamie responded from Michigan and said he would run. Next, my younger (she made me quit calling her "little" when we were in high school) sister Megin from Georgia said she was in, and she brought along her good friend Aura. Megin and Aura are notoriously game for trying new things and jumping in on adventures.
|Jamie, Beth, Megin and me enjoying Kitty Hawk|
We all trained throughout the fall and winter, and in March they came to our home in Virginia for the weekend for a half-marathon in Kitty Hawk, North Carolina. My mom and older sister Beth came along as well to cheer us all on. They also spent some special time caring for Megin's baby Judah during the race, which allowed Megin to participate.
|Jamie, Wilbur, me and Orville|
I have been reading through the book of 1 Corinthians this week, and today was led to 1 Corinthians 9:24. "Do you not know that in a race all runners run, but only one gets the prize? Run in such a way as to get the prize."
Since training for the half-marathon, God has granted me a new perspective on this. You see, I only trained in a way that would allow me to FINISH. Just finish. I continually told myself that with my knee injury I am just at a point in my life where it is a victory to finish the race.
|Asking for God's blessing on the race|