Cheering section a get-up-and-go-go

“No, really, I won’t be a slacker… I swear!,” I reassured her. “Once you get up to walk Daisy, I’ll be good! I’ll get up!”

“Are you sure? I can wake you up when I get back…”

“Nope, I’ll be good at 6:15. I’ll need the extra time to get my head on straight, anyway.”

True to my word, around 6:20 a.m. on Sunday morning (blasphemy for us night owls, I know, but we were in bed by 11 p.m. so I couldn’t pull out the “You kept me up all night!” card…), I rolled out of bed after Daisy came in to say good morning. I could see (contacts, people) and was dressed by the time the duo returned, and while happy for the proffered cup of coffee, I was — as promised — fully awake and completely ready to participate in the morning’s events. And by participate, I mean that I was ready to watch Courtney run five miles while I stood on the sidelines and waved a poster, snapped photos, clapped and screamed out a chorus of “Whoo-hoos” next to her friend, Michael.

While I wish I would have packed my cutting mat and an exacto knife (pardon the shoddy edges, please, I had to use scissors!), I’m rather fond of the final outcome of the sign I made for Courtney… I daresay it was the best running shoe sign (okay, so it was the ONLY running shoe sign) along the length of the Navy 5 Miler. Now my sign is tearing up the city streets in the back window of Courtney’s car, and you want to know what?

It was worth getting up at o’dark hundred in the morning to watch my dear friend run that race (at almost her goal pace! Whoo hoo!), and to now be featured as an art exhibit on wheels! RUN COURTNEY!!!