Last year, Jaime was "the beast" (that's a compliment for those of you who don't teach high school or hang around high schoolers) who conquered her fear of heights. This year, Laura was "the beast". I worked on her for 2 weeks in January to get her to sign up for the Warrior Dash. She is scared of heights (so I had her read Jaime's blog about last year's Warrior Dash) and didn't think she could do it. I told her she would be fine. Then she freaked out about the running. Seriously. She made me commit to "running dates" with her on the weekends starting in April to prepare for the dash. Fortunately, I only had to do a couple of these, because I got injured, then she got injured, and then her son had baseball tournaments. The only reason I say "fortunately," is because running is NOT my idea of fun (it used to be, before the arthritis). Now if we were rollerblading or riding bikes, then I would be fine.
She wasn't able to sign up for the same wave as us, because our wave was full, so she signed up for an earlier wave and I told her she would just jump in ours. Laura is severely Type A, so going against the rules was also stressing her out. I explained until I was blue in the face that last year we were able to jump in on an earlier wave and no one caught us. She still didn't like breaking the rules. The morning of the race, one of her many texts to me before we got there was "get here please".
|Jaime doesn't like this picture because she thinks she looks like a giant|
|Jaime, Laura, and I|
|I look cleaner in this picture|
|My best friend and I|
|We are a fine looking bunch, aren't we?|