One Step at a Time

I love running in a misty rain. It’s cooling and inspiring and just plain beautiful. And the smell … wow. If I could bottle that smell of fresh rain up … mmmmmm.

Two sleeps until my first 5k race. I’m excited. My friend V, who is actually a close friend of Tara, is also running this as her first race. We talked last night about the reasons we’ll be running this, and we agreed to not stick together during the race, but instead to celebrate together at the finish line.

My sons are running the Terry Fox Run today at their school. I was telling someone last night about my feelings about my upcoming race, and Troy said to me later in a overly-empathetic voice, “I know just how you feel, Mom. I feel the same way about my big race.” It was no less than adorable.

More later. I have to attack Laundry Mountain today, and then go for a run!