When is it worth waking up at 4:30 am when you also have an upper respiratory infection? When you get to spend some quality time with two of your three favorite little girls volunteering at Race for the Cure!
Patrick volunteered the night before the race by setting up tables with lots of other men from our church congregation. The next morning, he ran the race while pushing Emery in the jogging stroller as Kendall, Berkeley, and I prepped the water tables and then handed out water bottles to runners (with help from lots more people from church).
I loved watching how excited K & B were to help, even when I woke them much earlier than they’re used to. They weren’t grumpy or sluggish—they hopped right up and said, “Hooray! We get to go to the race!” When we walked outside to the garage, they said, “Look! Stars! We never get to see the stars!” My two little optimists made me forget about how tired I was and how much my sinuses were throbbing.
I have to admit that when I volunteer for a race, it’s always a little bittersweet because I am secretly wishing that I’m actually running in the race. My knees are still preventing me from doing that but I am NOT giving up hope that I’ll be back. . . maybe for the Turkey Trot?