Standing in 43-degrees - luckily the rain had stopped by the time the race began - ringing a cowbell and telling runner after runner, "You look great!", "Looking strong!", "Keep it up!", "Great job!", I had to compose myself multiple times.
|Just before the runners showed up, clutching my cowbell to keep me warm. If you look closely, you can see my ear muffs.|
|Our friend SP nearing the end, still looking cheery!|
|Bagpiper playing in the runners at mile 12.8.|
By the end, I was so warmed up from hopping around and shouting that I barely felt the cold. Like the last time I volunteered at a race, I felt energized and excited to run. It was definitely worth the 5:30 wake-up.
|Servers from Hooters handed out the medals. I love these track suits!|
Perhaps the best part of all this was that M, who had no interest in volunteering and wanted a chance to sleep in, got up and came with me. That's true support and love right there. I'm paying him back in waffles.