There once was a girl who loved to run,
And thought to herself, it might be fun.
To call up my Daddy and see if he’s game,
For another half marathon that most definitely won’t be lame!
With some slight hesitation, he agreed to proceed,
And on this past weekend, to Muncie him and Mom journeyed.
Our training wasn’t good and we were all but prepared,
So come Saturday morning, you could say we were scared.
Before the race began, I met up with my girls
Most of whom were going to give 26.2 a whirl.
We headed to the start and we all were hellbent,
To not give any less than 100 percent.
The temps were cold and the wind was whipping,
All I could hope is that I wouldn’t do any tripping.
At 8am on the dot, the race began
Dad and I trotted along doing the best that we can.
Miles 1 through 6 we kept up the chase,
With even a couple miles under a 9 min/mile pace!
But miles 6 through 13 were anything but quick,
Made even worse by all the glaring people stuck in race traffic.
We dragged and we whined as our bodies were put to the test,
To say the least, this race wasn’t our best.
With legs like logs, we approached the finish line,
& hand-in-hand we crossed in 2:07:49!
Our red-ribboned medals were hung around our necks with care,
While Mom, Ricky & Nick waited off to the side in their warm winter wear.
Bananas were peeled, chocolate milk was chugged,
We met up with the family where we were congratulated and hugged.
More pictures were taken, but boy was it nippy!
After a bit of standing around, Dad started to yell, “Hip skippy!”
We got to our cars and the heat was cranked up,
To Scotty’s Brewhouse we drove, where we all said “Bottoms up!”
As for the Perfect Strangers, they all did awesome,
For Daddy and I, this race makes three,
No doubt more races are in our future. Did I mention running with him makes me SO happy??! 🙂