My Mom is faster than yours...

The half marathon went really well on Sunday. I ran a 1:52.32, which isn't great, but about what I expected. (What I didn't expect was the 30 mph wind on the last part of the race. I'm just glad I wasn't running the full marathon. Ouch.)

Michael deserves the husband of the year award. He was awesome all weekend. On Saturday, he went with me to the packet pick-up and lunch at OC, gave me one of my birthday presents early - a Garmin running watch - so I could use it in the race, (I'll have to dedicate an entire post to my watch. It's awesome and I'm totally in love), and drove the entire 13.1 mile course with me. On Sunday, he got up at 4:45 a.m. (HUGE deal for him), dropped me off at the starting line, parked and got Macy out of the Jeep and in her stroller 4 times to cheer me on during the race, went the wrong way on a one way street twice, crashed and went through the finish line at the kids marathon because he thought they were going to miss my finish, got me a Johnnie's burger and shake after the race, and watched Macy while I took a nap on Sunday afternoon.

Macy's race day shirt: "My Mom is faster than yours". One of my sweet cross country girls made this for Macy. (Just wanted to clear that up - it wasn't me making the trash talking tee for my baby :)

Macy was in a surprisingly good mood for getting up at 5 a.m...

...Michael, not so much. :)

Before the race, AKA when I could still feel my legs:

After the race:

I look absolutely disgusting, but I really didn't care at the time. Macy was definitely feeling the effects of the early morning.