The Cowtown Marathon is tomorrow. I ran there last year, my second marathon. I even got to run with my nephew, Clinton, who ran the 1/2. I thought I'd run there every year so I could get the cool medal--you get 5 and put them together and they make a star! I know, that's a stupid reason to want to run a race. But it's still a cool idea.
But the reality of my need for rest aside, I don't want to miss another basketball game. Elliot was moved to the starting line up on his team, and both boys have their final game of the regular season Saturday. I do enjoy races, and if I didn't have a family to hang out with this weekend I think I would be lining up at Cowtown. I think I do a good job of balancing family and running, but I hope if my internal controls ever fail, Kelly will snap be back to what's most important.
I won't be there, but good luck to Brett, my Palo Duro running buddy, who's running the Ultra, to my friends Michelle and Ronnie at work who are running the 10K, to T.O., who I finally met at RR, and who will be running his 50th race of marathon distance or more, to Kim, who I met after Cross Timbers, and who ran at RR, then the Austin Marathon, then Cross Timbers, and now Cowtown ("I like to race!" he told me. I figured that out!), and to all the others running. I wish I were out there, cheering you on from the back of the pack (or maybe the middle, if I'm having a good day)!
(By the way, someone left a comment on my Cross Timbers entry saying he ran at CT, and gave a link to his blog. I approved the comment, but for some reason it disappeared. Please comment again, or send me an email, so I can read your blog. Thanks!)