Nora’s first big act of rebellion against her hiking-obsessed parents was to hold out on walking until now. But on Friday night she suddenly got up and walked over to pappa, and by the next morning she was dribbling a soccer ball across the room (in an adorably waddly way). On Sunday, she took her first trail steps on Cougar Mountain, and my heart burst into a million pieces for the 975th time since she was born.
We’ve spent some time on lowland trails like Cougar, Tiger, and the Redmond Watershed this past month since I suddenly realized the Orcas Island 25k was coming up rather quickly and I really should start training. Eeep. I’ve run through ice and rain and mud and a few little bits of sun, from frosty landscapes to ferns and moss so intensely green they look downright Photoshopped.
So now we’re two days away from the race and my longest training run was 7 miles long, and now I’m supposed to go out and cover more miles and more elevation gain than I have since the summer before I was pregnant. EEEP. My initial goal, “don’t finish last”, has been downgraded to “just finish, period”…but I’m not going to complain about getting to run (and walk…there will be lots of walking) for 25 kilometers on a gorgeous Pacific Northwest trail.
See you on the other side of the weekend, when I’ll be stiff and sore and waddling in a much less adorable manner than this little toddler of mine, but hopefully looking just as happy and proud of myself as she does.