It’s a bird, it’s a plane, I have no idea how the pointing pictures started, but here we are again, all pointing and looking in different directions.
Even thought I’ve been training, I decided that it would be way more fun to stick with my non-runner friends. We ran, we walked, we danced through the color zones and had a ton of fun despite the heat. The race isn’t even timed so it was super low-pressure.
Chad was waiting at the finish line. He loves me despite my tragic post-run need for a headband. Such grace.
Even my shoes joined the fun.
The rest of our weekend was filled with talking and laughter and margaritas (lemonade for the preggo) and laughter and Jesus and memories. We’ve been friends for TWENTY-FIVE YEARS and our hearts know each other inside out. Beautiful friends.