Pounding Waves and Pounding Feet. Match Made in Heaven

Is there a sweeter sound than the pounding of 348 feet on pavement?  Ok, throw in the sound of the pounding waves and you got me.

In a surprising twist this morning, we had to wake the Gazelle up.  Usually the Gazelle is the one up and at em!  Excitement causing him to sleep lightly through the night.  But this morning, my dad called me about an hour and a half before the race and asked what time the gun was going to go.

At 10 I told him. 

“Your brother is still sleeping,” he said.  “I guess I should go and wake him up?”

Yep and I even offered to throw water on the Gazelle if he needed it.  Sadly he didn’t.

Off we all went.  Me and the Gazelle and our parents.  They sipping hot coffee, and me wishing for hot coffee.

A little quicker than I expected, the gun went and off we were going.  The Gazelle and I didn’t even bother to attempt to run together.  Off we went to run our own race.

He was just shy of his goal.  He thought it could be because he went for a bit of a run yesterday.  But he was pretty happy with his run.  And  happy with the splits that he calculated on the Garmin.

I was very happy to have met my goal.  I went out and had a good run.  And what made it so enjoyable was the jingle of my bracelets as I ran. 

But the topper?  Running along the waterfront.  The sound of the breaking waves on one side.  And the sound of 348 people all united in one glorious goal.