Me and my mom, from our first half marathon

In my Chicago Marathon outfit post on Monday, my mom left this comment:

Wow your race is on 10/10/10? One of the teachers I work with is getting married on 10/10/10. Wear the bright yellow/green we can usually find you in that outfit.

To which I responded (in an email):

Wow, the way you wrote that, it almost sounded like you were coming for the race. 🙁

I have known for awhile that my parents aren’t coming for the race, and that bums me out, because they are (especially my mom) my #1 cheerleaders. But, my mom almost made up for it by writing back with this:

I will be there in spirit holding a big ass sign that says:

KIM’S REALLY GREAT, DON’T FORGET TO HYDRATE,
REMEMBER YOUR POTASSIUM CHLORIDE WILL HELP YOUR STRIDE!
AND AS YOU’RE CROSSING THE FINISH LINE WITH YOUR COMPUTER CHIP
GRAB A GATORADE AND TAKE A BIG SIP.
HIP HIP HOORAY
HIP HIP HOORAY
KIM’S THE BEST
WHAT ELSE CAN WE SAY!!!!

I immediately emailed her to ask if she made up that up. And… when she didn’t respond directly to that question, I called her (ha ha)*. She said she made up that poem just for me! She did some research in an online running dictionary to write it! Isn’t she clever?

You’re not off the hook mom – I expect to see a picture of you with said “big ass” sign in my email on 10/10/10 in the afternoon!

Who is(are) your cheerleader(s)? Whether it’s running, another sport, or just life in general, who cheers you on? Who encourages you?

Obviously, Steven gives me all of my day-to-day support. He was incredibly supportive when I decided to switch jobs and it really showed me a lot about him and our relationship. At that point, I knew I would have his support in any decision I made.

My parents have always been supportive of all my extracurricular activities. My dad went to every soccer game I played in high school, even though our team was awful. And of course, they’ve always supported my life decisions too. Except for maybe a year in high school. Sorry about that, mom and dad.

They came to Kenosha, Wisconsin for our very first half marathon!

Me and my parental units

My sister** and Erin also come to mind. You can talk to them about anything, and you know they have your best interest in mind. You know they want the best outcome for you.

Writing this, I think the reason I am bummed my mom (and dad, but let me explain) won’t be at the race is because she has no shame or sense of embarrassment – LIKE ME! I know she would make ridiculous signs and be a complete nut cheering for me.*** My dad is not as crazy as that. And neither is Steven. But that’s okay. There will be LOTS of people cheering! And really, I am happy that Steven can be there at all.

*And when she didn’t answer her cell, I called my dad’s… turned out my mom dropped her cell phone in the bathtub. Buah ha ha!
**My sister was at the first 5K I ever ran! (scroll to bottom of this page)
***Ha, now that I think about it, I bet my sister-in-law Courtney would be a fun spectator. I think she also… doesn’t hold back. Ha!