Saturday Re-cap . . .
The heat and humidity of the day have really taken a toll on Tad and His Dad. After lap 9 or so, I asked what words they would use to describe their state of mind:
BT: “Survival.”
Tad: “I’m scared.”
Thankfully, they rebounded a bit after taking a short nap in the shade from 5:15 p.m. to 6:00 p.m., applying additional layers of tape to the fissures in the soles of their feet, and switching to their old running shoes. Thank you, Grandma Diana, for suggesting they bring an extra pair of shoes.
Tad is coughing up green phlegm, which has me worried, but onward they trudge toward what must feel, at times, like an impossible dream.
Fun fact: We are in snake country. I was told that one runner last year caught a copperhead by its tail. Thankfully, there have been no such sightings this weekend; however, we are plagued by flies. I’m quite sure I’ve swatted more of them today than Moses and all the children of Israel combined. And the mosquitoes must have hypodermic-needle noses because they have bitten me through my long-sleeved shirt.
Please forgive me for the brevity of this post. I’m operating on very few hours of sleep, and the words are clotting in my brain. But in brief, the boys are beat up, but the clock is on their side. They have a little buffer to tuck in a few short naps here and there. If they can put in some miles tonight when the sun is not zapping their strength, they have a fighting chance.
Signing off for the night.
