The race was beautiful this morning. The weather was good, although I did get a sunburn. The course was supposedly "flat" - if that was flat, I would hate to see a hill. It was maybe the most difficult half marathon I have ever done. I spent most of the time along side another woman my age who also agreed it was the hardest half she has ever done. She has done a lot more of them than I have. But it was good.
It was an all-women's event. It was really done well for a "girlie" event - sometimes those are so over the top I can't stand them. I have to say that I had "a moment" when I was crossing the finish line. They had music blasting, and the song playing happened to be "I will survive" by Gloria Gaynor. That song always gets me a little - but to hear it as I was finishing a difficult race made me CRY. Dammit.
A very handsome fireman put my medal on me after I finished - I was beside myself, it was too much! And then I sat with my friends on the lawn in a park. When I realized they were drinking quite a few of the flutes of champagne given to finishers (I took the flute, but not the champagne), I decided to leave.
Yesterday they had asked me to join them in one car as they drove up to Vail. I thought about how much money it would save me, I thought about how much fun it might be. But then I thought about one little rule I have always tried to adhere to in my sobriety - Never Go Somewhere You Can't Leave. And I said I would just drive up myself. Oh, Thank God. I don't know how long they sat there drinking champagne, but I know I would not have liked to have been in the car with them afterward.
As it was, I got to drive home, a sober, happy, tired woman.
When I was on my way, I got a call from the moving company from Iowa, they were on the way to my house with a table and a box of things - from my dad's house. But that's a whole different story... maybe tomorrow.
I'll sleep well tonight, and I hope you all do too.