Labor Day Week was absolutely incredible! Three days with some amazing, inspiring women (and one spouse) for lots of laughter, great food, and new memories as six of us ran the Virginia Beach Rock’n’Roll Half Marathon. The weekend exceeded all my expectations and is one that I will never forget.
I’m so thankful God crossed my path with these incredible women. While He has moved us each into different seasons of life (and most several hours away), He gave me an invaluable gift in knowing each one of them. The weekend just magnified to me how precious each of them are and how truly blessed I am to know them. Over the three days in VA Beach, we did what girls do best and talked ourselves silly about everything and anything! Parenting, marriage, fitness, Bible study, home schooling, food, fashion, running, struggles, aging, cooking, labor, cleaning, church, hormones….you name it, we covered it. But no matter the topic of conversation, God spoke encouragement and inspiration into me through each beautiful woman there. I found myself challenged in every area of life to pursue God and reflect Him more. The wisdom that so effortlessly flowed out of my humble friends impacted me in ways that words will fail to describe. These beautiful ladies all left an indelible mark on my life that weekend, one that has made me a better mother, a better wife, a better woman.
The race itself was amazing! It was my first half marathon and it certainly won’t be my last. The experience of running towards a common goal alongside 15,000 other people was exhilarating! From the gun shot start to the final stretch on the boardwalk, I ran better than I ever thought I could. Only stopping for the restroom, I kept my running pace the entire time. Several times, I passed teams running in memory of a child or on behalf of a special needs kid…those moments just about broke me as tears flooded my eyes. What a beautiful way to carry on on behalf of those who cannot. Even thinking of it now gets me misty. During that last stretch on the coast, the toll of the whole race started sinking in and I had to dig deep to finish strong. As soon as my feet crossed the finish line, emotion flooded me like a tsunami. I actually did it! I finished what I set out to do! All I could do was utter thanks to God for carrying me through, the physical and all the mental hurdles of training and the race itself.
What a weekend! I can’t wait to run my next half. Hopefully it will whip my then post-baby-#3 body back into shape. 🙂 Here are some pics of the weekend. (courtesy of the fabulous Rebekah King)