I get in line to get on the bus for the start line. Alone.
I get on the bus and take a seat. Alone.
I sit in the gym of the high school waiting to walk to the start line. Alone.
I get in my place at the start line. Alone.
I ran 13.1 miles. Physically alone. Mentally, my mom is with me every mile.
*On a side note, P and the girls surprised me by showing up at the finish chute. It made my day and I almost cried when I saw them. I wasn’t expecting them to be there (This is my 4th time running this race, it’s local, it’s not a huge deal anymore).