13.1

I'm not a runner and I have well-founded doubts that I ever will be. My mom and dad, however, just finished up their first half marathon this weekend in Chicago! They've been training for a little while now and despite the harder concrete of the city and the ridiculous weather conditions, they both finished at the respective pace they each planned on running. Hauna, who was on her second half marathon ran with my mom and kept her company during the 13.1 wet and miserable miles.

Jakob and I watched from the start and finish lines and got thoroughly soaked during the race. It would have been more enjoyable for all parties, had it not been raining for days on end in Chicago, but we made due and cheered all of the runners on. I'm so proud of my mom and dad (and sister) for completing this race and for aspiring to such an accomplishment. It's hard to not get chills watching thousands of runners cross the finish line at the end. Some have done it many times, some were limping toward their goal, but all of their faces were so proud.

After the race, we drove home, dried off and spent the rest of Sunday watching football, eating, and being lazy. I'm inspired by my family's hard work and determination that I saw yesterday and throughout their training. Maybe some day I'll attempt to run one mile, let alone more than 13!