A little determination can go a long way.

I've been meaning to write this post since Wednesday morning, but one thing or another has stopped me from doing so. Better late than never.

Wednesday morning, bright and early at 6:45am, my two oldest girls and I are up and out for our last run before race day. We walk three blocks down to where the race will start for our warm up. Then we look down the road and out on to the hi-way, and tell ourselves that we can do it, and off we go. By the time we run the three blocks back to our house, Tansley tells me that her foot hurts. I ask her what kind of hurt and she says it just hurts every time she runs. I ask her if she wants to head home and she nods her head. I tell her that is OK, if it hurts it's better not to run on it. As she walks off she says "I hope it doesn't hurt for race day" I agree with her. She's worked so hard, it would be a shame if she couldn't run in the race. She turns to go home and I make my way out on to the hi-way. Kathryn is so far ahead of me she is only a spec on the road...this is normal. I can't keep up to that kid. Awhile later, and at least a third of the way down the hi-way to our turn around point, I hear footsteps behind me. Here comes Tansley with all her might trying to catch up to me. I grin from ear to ear and tell her how proud I am of her and ask her what made her come back. She said she got half way down the block and just thought to herself "I can do this" and so she did. She passed me and headed off into the distance with the biggest smile on her face. I can't keep up to that kid either. We all finished our run that day...at possible record slowest times ever for each of us(at least I know mine was). But we finished and hopefully we will all have more energy tomorrow morning for Race Day.