All Downhill From Here

Five more sleeps until we race! I don’t know what’s more nerve wracking, moving or waiting to race. Nah, moving is definitely harder on the nerves. I’m already using Hubby’s computer to post here, because he’s trying to install a wireless connection in mine and it’s not working (no hardwired network in the new house). Tomorrow the movers come, and we are not all packed yet. Stuff everywhere. I need a Clean Sweep team to come to my house and tell me I don’t need all this STUFF.

I really, really want to race fast enough to meet my daughter at her finish line. At the same time I want to savour every km of MY race, and live it step by step. I keep envisioning approaching me finishing my race, with tears of joy. Then in a perfect world I’ll put my foot up on the straw bale to have the chip removed from my shoe. I’ll walk a few steps and receive my medal, and then I’ll turn around and walk back out the finishing chute the way I came in (I hope the volunteers let me do this). I’ll walk back along the Kid’s Mile Route until I see Little Runner. We’ll high five, hug, and finish her race together. We’ll have her chip removed, get her medal, and find her brother and grandparents for hugs all round.

I don’t know if timing or my conditioning will allow this, but it’s something I’ve been dreaming about.

I got so distracted last night I didn’t get Little Runner out for her mile, so I’m going to walk her to her daycamp this morning instead of driving, which will give her 1.5. That means I’ll get to walk 1.5 back UP a big hill before heading off to work, but I’ll have time. If it works well, we’ll do it again tomorrow.

I don’t know how much computer time I’ll have in the next few days – things are going to be hairy around here!