July’s race for 2018 was the CRMC 4-Mile run which was on Independence Day. This is the same four-mile run we did last year, with the same course. The money from the race goes to support a local hospital.
This year, we had more friends join us for this race. Cinderella decided that she wanted to run this race this year as well, so she also joined us. Why she wanted to run this race so badly, I have no idea. I tried to remind her that race time was at 7:30 am, that it was a 40 minute drive, so we would be getting up very early. She insisted that she still wanted to run this race.
A friend and I went together for packet pick up the day before the race. This was her first time to run this race, so after packet pick up we went and drove the course. At least we knew what the course was this time!
I was immediately reminded of the steep hill at the beginning of the race and the hill at the end of the race as well.
Race day morning was ugly. All the excitement of the race had worn off, and getting up and out of bed at an unreasonable time no longer seemed fun to Cinderella. However, she did get up and get out the door.
We were plenty early, which worked out well since my oldest daughter still had to register. There was a playground nearby that kept Cinderella and Sofia the First occupied.
Start time was finally here, and we were off. The sun was bearing down and felt very hot so I was trying to run wherever there was shade. After about the first half mile Cinderella decided she couldn’t run any further. We did some walking and I tried to encourage her to do some more running, but to no avail. Then I tried running ahead quite a distance, but that didn’t work either.
Finally, I decided to suck it up and walk with her. She was extremely cranky, and being around her was not pleasant. I reminded her that I was five times her age. At one point she asked me to let her win. I told her not to worry, that I would let her go ahead of me across the finish line.
At the three-mile mark was a water sprinkler that felt really nice. Shortly after that was a group of cheerleaders. For some reason, Cinderella decided that was her cue to run; and run, she did. She took off like a bullet and there was no reason for me to even try to keep up! She crossed the finish line before I did, and it wasn’t because I let her win. She was so excited to get second place in her age group!
Afterwards, we went to the same local diner as last year and had breakfast. Seeing men in uniform was yet another reminder of the great country we live in and the sacrifices individuals and their families make every day so we can enjoy our freedoms. Thank you to all that have served.
Proclaim Liberty throughout all the land unto all the inhabitants thereof, Leviticus 25:10