We woke up at 4:30.
We packed our fuel (healthy bites FTW!) and water.
We shuffled out the door onto the dark streets of our neighborhood.
We ran. And ran. And ran.
We watched the world wake up around us, the sun slowly rising. Shades of pink and orange. Beautiful.
We hardly spoke, but when we did, it was always words of encouragement, a quick “I love you” or a joke to break the seriousness of it all.
We saw one very beautiful butterfly flit by us (I whispered quietly “Hi Nonna…” and said to Scott “butterflies always remind me of her, she must be watching us…”)
We ran some more.
…until we suddenly were rounding the final turn towards home.
We were both surprised how seemingly quickly we were nearing the end. (Me: “can you believe we’re doing this??” Him: “yup, we’re almost done, too!”)
…and then, we ran (all 18 miles) home.
We did this (18). ❤
<<clearly I am one of few words today…I’m still pretty amazed by what we accomplished out there today, in awe really. And very, very proud…of us.>>