Memorial Day

This is what I think of on memorial day. My Grandpa and the heroic rescue. My sister's description is much more eloquent than mine would be so I'll link to her blog.

Brent

1 weekend. 2 races.

This past weekend we ignored the rising Mississippi River and spent some time at the Cotton Classic in our own town of Greenville, Mississippi.

Somehow, Christa managed to sign me up to run the 10K race with her without me seriously objecting. Throughout her pregnancy Christa has run 3-4 days a week (usually around 3 miles a day). I, on the other hand have been running with her probably 3 saturdays a month (usually 2 to 3 miles a day).  I am out of shape and usually dying at the end of our Saturday runs so it took a little convincing to get me to do it.

We decided that our goal was to run the first 4 miles of the race.  I had never knowingly run farther than a 5k (3.2 mi.)in my life so it was kind of a big deal to try.  The race was fun. We ran through downtown Greenville and on the levee.  The water is SOOOOO high.

We felt pretty good throughout the race and switched off pushing Brinley each mile. She seemed to enjoy the ride and watching and waving to the people around us. 

We finished the race and ran(slowly) the entire way! Good thing we did because we wanted to be sure to make it in time for the second race of the day, the catfish races.

In case you are wondering if catfish races are code for something else - it isn't.  If you think I am joking - I am not.

Pond bred catfish are placed in plexiglass troughs and racers try to get their catfish to swim to the other end as fast as possible without touching them.

Christa found it boring. I thought it was amazing.

I don't plan on running a 10K again soon and I don't think I'll start racing catfish but either way it was one weekend with two of the most unique races I have ever been involved in.