The tears? yes.
The words? no.
wicked hard for me . . . . saying "goodbye" to Dawn as the Pita whisked her away to the airport on Saturday. I just bawled.
bawled. [I reminded myself she needed to be home for Mother's Day on Sunday for her FIVE beautiful children & super awesome hubby]
then. . .
You don't even want to know what happened when I
* a card [like the best card ever]
* a donation to SC
* HER "running sucks" shirt I borrowed the last two miles.
* and foot rub awesomeness.
I did get to 100. But I owe it to Dawn. I kept saying the goal was a "strong finish" and it was but . . . . Dawn knows me. She knew I wanted that 100 so freaking bad.
So WE got it.
Six minute intervals and we had it with three minutes to spare.
Thank you for flying here to be with me. I'm pretty sure I've know her FOREVER but technically, five months.
Thank you for being the social media woman. I loved the interval check-ins [tweets, texts, emails]. You knew just when I needed them.
your post today. More like thank you. [you can read it here] and if you don't follow Dawn - well, you better get on that. like freaking right now.
I adore you Dawn.
You got me to 100.