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Fit to Run, Fit to Dream 8K and Kids' Runs Race Recap

I wish I could say that I have tons of things to write about this 8K, but I do not.  J and my husband were set to run this 8K on Saturday.  We got down to Williamsburg Friday afternoon and went to the race expo and checked into the hotel.  We stayed at the Woodlands, which was the race headquarters.  I do not love staying at hotels with the boys, but with a free breakfast and shuttles to the race start, Colonial Williamsburg and Busch Gardens, I figured this would be the best place to stay.

Because of the excitement of traveling, and everyone being in the same room, the boys took a while to fall asleep, so my husband and I decided to let K and A sleep as long as they wanted the next morning.  The race start was at 8 AM and I had planned to get to Colonial Williamsburg to cheer J and my husband on and then rush to the finish to see them finish, but when it was late and the boys were still asleep, I had given up trying to see them run through Colonial Williamsburg, and figured I would be able to see them finish.

I was up before they left and gave them hugs and wished them luck.  K woke up at 7:30 AM and I got him ready for his race (at 10 AM).  By 8 AM, A was still asleep, so I woke him up and got him ready.  We rushed to breakfast and then we headed out to see J and my hubby finish. While walking, my hubby kept texting me . .. the final text said they were at mile 3.75.  They only had a little over a mile to go and we were no where near the finish line.  Poor K had to run to keep up with me.  We missed them finishing!! They finished in 58:38 which was almost 10 minutes faster than he ran his first 8K!

Luckily, a photographer from Dailypress.com was there to get a picture of them finishing!




Then K and A had their fun runs.  A ran a 100m dash.  He looked so cute.



K ran a 400m dash.  K normally runs FAST. But, that day he did not have much "steam."  I think after having to run almost 2 miles to get to J's finish, he did not have much left for his start.  But, he had enough to smile big for the camera to tell everyone about the medal he earned!




Later that day we headed to mass and then to Colonial Williamsburg for a special presentation and Fife and Drum Tattoo and firework display.  There were corps from throughout the country.  Each corps performed and then marched through the streets of Colonial Williamsburg to the Capital building.  We followed and enjoyed the music along the way.  It was late, but we had had a great day!

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  1. Aww, too bad you missed them, but thankfully you have a picture - and a great one too!

    My four older siblings were in a fife and drum corp and we used to travel around with them as they did parades. So cool!

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  2. The pics are great! Congrats to J on his great finishing time! I can't believe he can run 8K!

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  3. I really, really love this!! Can't tell you enough, it's so encouraging!

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  4. I'm so sorry you missed them at the finish, but someone got a great picture for you! This is so great that you're instilling such healthy habits at such a young age!

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