Race Reflections: Charlotte Bacon's Race

The race was only yesterday and I've been putting off writing this blog entry.  Something kind of amazing happened and I've been going back and forth on whether or not I should share it here.  It's the kind of thing that I'm sure will draw some eye rolls, but this blog is acting a a therapeutic tool for me as well, and I need to write down everything that I experience on this journey or else I'm not utilizing it in the best way possible.  So guess what.  You get to hear it :)

The day started out cold again.  12 degrees to be exact.  I met up with a few friends at the race, we warmed up, got in line and the race began.  About a half mile into the run, my eyes unfocused for what would have been a split second.  And in that millisecond, I had this "vision", I really don't know what to call it.  It was a flash.  But whatever it was, I saw a little girl holding my hand. 

It sounds insane to say it.  It could have very easily been my emotions of the day and what I was trying to do taking over, but I don't really care.  It made my heart feel lighter and I ran harder.  I ran 5 miles at a pace of 10 minutes each mile.  10 minute miles to the second almost.  I had my gall bladder removed from my body last week.  The nurses laughed at me when I told them I had a race to do on the 27th.  They told me it would never happen.  The fact that I was not only able to be there that day, but able to run each leg of that race at the pace that I did makes me believe that I had a little help. 

So, whatever it was, I'm going to choose to believe that Charlotte was saying hi to me yesterday.  And it felt amazing.

Here is Charlotte Bacon, the second beautiful angel that I have now run for:

And a few pictures from my race yesterday- the rest you can view on the facebook page "26 in 2013 for Sandy Hook"