Daddy's big day

Last Saturday was a day we'd been anticipating in our house for months. It was Russell's first half-marathon. He has spent many long hours pounding the pavement to prepare for his race . . . showing a level of dedication that, in my life, I have only applied to such arduous tasks as napping and eating brownies.

I am so, so proud of him. Just finishing the race would really have been an accomplishment, but he managed to do it in 1:50. That's almost two hours of running at an 8.5 minute pace, people! Thirteen miles. This is serious business!

The girls and I got an early start on the day and went down to mile markers 5 and 10 to cheer him on. Our friend Jason also came and was super helpful. He manned the camera, provided the donuts, and lugged half of the two tons of stuff that it takes to keep two little girls happy on a 45 degree morning for an hour and a half. Yeah, we owe you, Jason!

Awesome job, Russell! We are so proud of  you!

Race day shirts that my friend Erin helped me make
Guess who picked the color!
Will they be appearing on the Christmas card?

Early morning donut break
I brought them hot chocolate and THEY DIDN'T LIKE IT. What???

 

Cold but proud!

The number is the year we each joined Team Joffrion.
The names reflect particular personality traits of each.

Going strong at mile 5
The girls were so excited to see their dad!

From mile 10, we barely made it to the finish in time to see him cross. But there is his back! (And his awesome time!)

He made it!

 

 

 

 

 

 

Caro decided it was time to rest. On her pom pom. Why not!

Both girls were totally excited about all of daddy's new fun accessories. Each finisher got a hat, a medal, and a tee shirt. Daddy kept the tee shirt.

I think Caroline just wanted to go run around. Seemed to be the thing to do at a half marathon.