My husband and I went to Washington, DC last weekend for the Army 10 Miler race. It was his second time running it and my first time being able to cheer for him live and in person.
We traveled up to DC after he got out of class on Friday afternoon. After a long drive, we arrived at our hotel just before midnight ready to completely crash!
On Saturday we had breakfast with family and then headed out for Keith to receive his race packet with is bib number and t-shirt.
There was lots of activity around, including fife players that I just had to have a picture of.
We spent the afternoon walking around the National Mall, talking, taking in the beautiful day, and just enjoying being in our Nation’s Capital.
We traveled by metro the entire weekend and for a small town girl like me, that was an adventure in and of itself!
We met friends for dinner on Saturday evening. I have missed this friend so much since we were in Germany together! The last time we saw each other we had Thanksgiving dinner together before my family moved back to the states. We were both pregnant with our last babies then.
The day of the race was absolutely beautiful!!! We arrived early in the morning to figure out what was going on and where we each needed to be.
Before the race there was an amazing parachute jumping show.
After this Keith got in place for the race to start. He was in the second wave of runners. There were six waves in all, with 30,000 runners registered for the race.
And they’re off…
I loved seeing the American Flag waving in the midst of all of these runners.
The most incredible sight to witness was the wounded warriors coming in to the finish live in their hand crank wheelchairs.
Any time they passed by, everyone stopped to clap and cheer them on.
I was thankful to snag a great spot for seeing my husband run to the finish line. Unfortunately, he was moving too fast for me to snap a picture of it.
Everyone who finished the race received an Army 10-miler Coin.
My girls always ask if he won the race. I explained that in a race like this, it’s more important that you finish the race than win it. What a great lesson for them to learn!
Throughout the beginning announcements, the master of ceremonies would say, “Have a HOOAH day!” or “Run Strong…Run Army Strong and have a HOOAH day!”
I love that…