Sunday on the Coast of Illinois.
Generally speaking, Sunday morning is spent in pajamas, drinking coffee and watching semi-informative and fun news magazine programs.
This did not happen today.
Today, I dragged myself out of bed and onto the train which normally takes me to work so we could cheer on our daughter, who was running the St. Louis Go half marathon.
The race started at 7am. It was a less than balmy 34 degrees at 7am.
This did not deter the runners.
I do not understand runners.
It did give us a fun look at them as they began their torturous journey across the Martin Luther King Bridge which spans the Mississippi.
|all those tiny heads bobbing, pretty sure the 75th from the left is our girl|
|The Arch grounds from inside the Eades Bridge|
Sipping latte and hot chocolate.
As one should on Sunday morning.
|One of my favorite sculptures in City Garden. I call them 'Bobbins'. I am not sure of their actual name, but I feel that is part of the fun of art...|
|the smile in the yellow shirt is our runner|
|not a bad turn out|
Sports are not my strong suit.
But watching the runners as they herded across the bridge, cruised around the bend towards the final mile of the race and finally crossed the finish line to cheers, foil blankets, Ted Drewes ice cream sandwiches and fruit cups, it made a little more sense
The smiles, even under the grimaces,in each of their faces, as they hugged their families and chatted excitedly about the most difficult stretches spoke to a wonderful sense of accomplishment.
And that is someone we can all related to.
|a look back towards the city|
|Louis and Clark waving as watch the train crossing Eades Bridge|
You might want to be a little afraid...
|have a great day, from the Coast of Illinois...|