We barely made it onto our flight Friday night because it was so full, which meant I had to hold Emily on my lap. We were assigned a middle seat in the second to last row of the plane. I put on my courage suit and we boarded. I thought we were destined to fail. Once again the little one surprised me, and she ended up behaving like a champ.
We made it through every single activity I had packed. Once I pulled out the blankie from the bottom of the bag, it took about .2 seconds for her to fall asleep in my arms. That was also about the time we started making our initial descent.
This is how the ride looked on our way home. We made sure we were on a super early flight to get the best seats.
Aside from the anxiety I had about the plane rides, it was a lazy weekend in Jersey. My parents wanted to take us out for one last ride before they have the boat winterized, so we spent Sunday on Long Beach Island.
The Real Jersey Shore
It was the perfect day. It was also tuned out to be the day of the LBI 18 Mile Run...a race I've wanted to do for years now. I first became interested in 2001 when I was training for my 1st marathon, but the stars have never aligned just right for me to be in town on that day.
Finally I was here, and totally unprepared to go. Pre-Emily I was averaging 40-50 miles on an easy week, and could just do this sort of stuff on a whim. I'm so not that person anymore, so why do I keep thinking I am? I couldn't shake the thought that I might be able to pull it off this year.
I kept telling myself nothing good could come of this after such a weak summer of running. I've got some races I'm excited about coming up in the next couple months. Did I really want to jeopardize that to turn in a piss-poor performance? And probably land myself in the office of a sports medicine doctor....
So, maybe I can be logical at times. DNS
My parents could see how upset I was watching the runners go by. They both have milestone birthdays coming up this year too. Then and there, we made pact that all three of us would run the race next year. How cool is that?! I was a teenager the last time either of my parents entered a race.
No one wants to be the benchwarmer. It's good to push your boundaries, but you need to respect your limitations as well. How do you decide the difference?
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