The race schedule on the right says I was supposed to run a 10k this weekend. A last minute tournament came up for my daughter, but I was hopeful all week that I could still make the race. The tournament was actually closer to the race course than my house and the race started at 7:30 a.m., so I kept my fingers crossed that I could get the race in before the day full of games started.
It didn't happen. She had an 8 a.m. game, so the race was out. The race volunteers were nice enough to switch the registration at the last minute to my son and he run with my husband. I was sorry to miss the race. I'm also sorry that I don't get to wear the super cool t-shirt that my son will be proudly sporting.
Since the tournament was special, the team stayed at a hotel for a couple nights even though it was only 45 minutes away from home. I still needed to get my run in, so I woke up at 5 a.m. on Saturday to get 5 miles in before we had to get ready for the day. While I hate having to get up so early, once I'm up I love running on the quiet streets all alone. It was just getting light as I headed out. We were near the airport, so the planes were coming in low with all their lights shining. It was quite a sight. While I wished I would have been racing, running with the planes over head and the sun rising was enough to put a smile on my face for the rest of the day. I didn't get a cool t-shirt, but I did get some quality time with my daughter and that's pretty cool.