It all started on a hot, muggy day in Iowa last summer. Gretchen ran her first marathon (which was hotter than the Chicago marathon, thank you very much) and was hooked. OK, well, she had a really hard time, seeing as it was 95 degrees – but she finished – and was willing to actually put on running shoes again after that. I call that hooked.
So, she and Teresa (a long time runner) started chatting about where they could maybe run together (Denver) and I just watched them and casually mentioned ideas (Denver) and then it came down to Kansas City and Denver and I promised if they made the right choice (Denver), I would make it worth their while.
They convinced our friend Anne to join them – and holy shit – I WAS BEING INVADED BY RUNNERS! Runners who are really good friends! WEEEEEE!
Saturday we picked up the official stuff, plus all the goodies they give away pre-raceday. Lucky for Gretchen, she opted NOT to pick up a free cowbell for Declan. Otherwise, she would have been sleeping on the curb.
I have this theory that if people “think gorgeous” while photos are being taken, they will BE GORGEOUS. Anne and Teresa have been highly schooled on this theory. So here they are, not only looking gorgeous, but about to crack up because I am yelling at them to THINK GORGEOUS in a very loud voice.
The blur in red? That is Teresa. She ran by me so fast I barely caught her on film, err, pixels. And when I say fast – I mean SMOKIN’. Teresa set a personal best with this race at 1 hour, 55 minutes. That’s 63rd in her class. In the effing cold, dreary rain. Rock on Teresa, ROCK ON!
And Anne and Gretchen? They didn’t set a personal best, but they finished the race in under 3 hours. Notice the icicles coming from their noses? I literally had to drape them down to avoid hypothermia… Except Gretchen of course, WHO CAN’T TAKE A BAD PHOTO FREAKING EVER!!! But either way, Anne, Gretchen, I am bursting with pride at you guys too. Seriously. You are the wing beneath my wings. Because let’s face it, Teresa grew up here in Denver and its altitude. You guys stepped off the plane and ran 5,280 feet above sea level. Rock on, sisters.
One last photo… the one where my son was yelling “give me your silly face” from the peanut gallery… (Maybe he has been too one to many of my photo shoots)… And as I mentioned before: GRETCHEN IS INCAPABLE OF TAKING A BAD PHOTO.
Thanks again for a wonderfully fun weekend, ladies. And congrats to ALL the runners in the Denver Marathon, it was seriously inspiring to watch you all.
Not that I mean I would actually RUN anywhere.
Just that I enjoyed watching you.