Mark ran a fantastic race this weekend. Mark PR'd by 3 minutes finishing at 1:55. Mark ran with a buddy. Not with me. I was supposed to be running beside Mark. This was my first DNS (did not start.) We signed up for this race back in May and decided we would train together (well both train for a half marathon at the same time) and do our first race together. This is not something we can easily arrange with the girls and all, so we have to count on the grandparents to step up and help out. Turns out, we did not need them. If you recall, back in August I injured my hip and have not been running for the last month. I tried very hard to rest and heal so I could run with Mark, but it just did not work.
So, Mark trained for this race and ran it hard and fast. This is not an easy course and I am so impressed with how he did.
We arrived to the first spot early and ready to cheer him on at Mile 4. We actually arrived when the first marathoners were speeding past with the police escort. The girls loved it.
It was very cold at 7:20 in the morning, waiting, waiting, waiting for Mark and Shannon. But, finally we saw him and gave him a high 5 and a kiss and they kept on running.
Then we headed down near the Plaza, around mile 7, to look for them again. We saw several of my friends running past as we waited. We both knew several people running on Saturday.
We made another quick stop at mile 9 where Mark almost missed us. I was about 1/2 earlier on the route than he was expecting, so he ran right by us. We jumped, yelled and screamed, but he never saw us. A couple of other runners caught up to him and told him he passed us, and he looked back and saw us. Crazy Mark came running back (a pretty short distance) to give hugs and high 5's and kisses again, and kept on running. He probably added 30-45 seconds to his time doing that, but he said it didn't matter.
Then it was time to race to the finish line, which was crazy. We had to park pretty far away and walk, or run at times, to the finish line.
I snapped a few pictures of this adorable little one with her scarf.
Then Lauren hopped on this wall to strike a pose.
Then we barely saw him cross the finish line. He was looking for us, but we were standing pretty far back, up on a wall. That was the only way we were going to be able to see him. It was crazy packed at the finish line. It was so much fun.
There he is. Looking great, feeling great, breaking his old 1/2 marathon record on a much tougher course. Way to go Mark!
and running buddy Shannon. He rocked this race also.
Then we went inside, up to the tunnels to warm up.
We saw this view while we were up there. Thousands of runners. Tons of excitement and exhaustion all at the same time. It was an incredible race that I missed, but still enjoyed watching Mark and cheering him on. The girls totally love it and we would not miss it for the world.










