Filed under: The Family, The Husband | Tags: marathon training, mini marathon, running, spiderhusband, the mini, water wicking socks
SpiderHusband left at 5:30 a.m. bound for his first Mini-Marathon.
It’s about an hour into the race, and I’ve been awake since 6 a.m. wondering if he made it to his gate OK and was able to find the friend he’s running with and had any trouble finding a close parking spot and his knee is holding out and…on and on.
The Disaster Twins and I turned on the local news to see if we might be able to catch a glimpse of him on the race coverage because out of over 40K runners, the girls and I are just positive that the camera will be following their Doggy Daddy.
So far, we’ve been wrong.
I have to leave the house or I’m going to drive myself crazy thinking about him.
Good luck, hon’! The hounds and I are cheering you on… and your black water-wicking socks, too.
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I am so glad I am not the only one to admit being worried about him! I am glad he accomplished his mission and hope he will give himself a break!
Comment by Connie May 4, 2008 @ 8:36 amMike-You make me proud!