I grumbled and responded with an "I don't think so...are you crazy?!" because:
1.) It was 7:20 pm and the race started at 8:00 pm
2.) Peter was currently spashing away in the bathtub
3.) I'm trying to recover from years of running injuries and can only run about 1.5 miles at a time (The race was 4 miles.)
4.) I am the least spontaneous person in the world. Spontaneity makes my head spin.
5.) Our running stroller had a flat tire.
I had my list of reasons. I was determined not to budge.
Luckily I have a husband who knows me better than I know myself. He's always there to gently encourage me to step out of my comfort zone.
Somehow, 40 minutes later, I found myself at the starting line of the run. Dan had fixed the stroller and threw our jack-o-latern in with Peter. Runners at the starting line were dressed in costumes and adorned with glow-stick jewelry. My grumpiness started to fade away as I remembered how much I love running in races. It had been too long.
Dan started off the run by my side, but I could tell he was itchin' to race, so I sent him off to the front of the pack with Peter in the stroller. I trotted happily along towards the back of the pack with the grade school children and casual runners. It was a fantastic experience! I ran all 4 miles and met some fun running buddies along the way.
Dan and Peter finished in 2nd place (GO DAN!)...
...and I just plain finished (GO ME!)...
...and we had a lot of fun doing it!