





Our friends Ben and Denise from church invited us to stay with them at their parents beach house in Beaufort this past weekend. There was a 8K run and 5K walk that weekend at Habersham which we did while we were there.
Paul and I left Thursday morning following Ben and Denise. We stopped for lunch at a BBQ and arrived early evening. The house was near the beach and we enjoyed riding bikes, riding the family golf cart, walking and exploring an old fort used in some war. We had all emptied our fridges and brought everything with us, so we ate well. We also did a lot of relaxing and hanging out around the house. One night as Ben and Denise prepared dinner, Paul played his guitar and I sang praise songs as their little boy Elliott danced around the room. Friday night Tamara and Taylor and their little girl came over. Taylor had been Ben's roommate in college and had remained good friends. Paul and I had never met them before, but had a great time hanging out with them too. Paul and I thought Taylor looked a lot like my brother Tim, it was really weird.
Saturday was the day of the race. Ben and I were antsy all day with anticipation. I just wanted to run it. But it was a twilight run, so it didn't start until 6pm. We got there early and got our numbers on and put our race tags on our shoes, which I had never seen before. The Bow Tree Run doesn't need that I guess because there aren't as many participants. It attaches to your shoe and tracks the time the gun fires, when you actually cross the starting block (with 400 people, you can start pretty far back) and when you finish. It was pretty cool.
It was a perfect day for a run, warm and sunny. Habersham was like a dream. I felt like I was running through Heaven on earth. Picture perfect houses with beautiful porches overlooking lush green yards and the ocean. There were parks and big oak trees with spanish moss hanging from the branches. I have never seen a community so beautiful! It was all flat too, which was amazing, since all my previous races had big hills.
I think the beauty of my surroundings distracted me from the fact that I was in a race because I felt good the entire time. As usual, Paul left me in the dust at the starting block and so I ran alone. Just me and my Ipod. I was loving the run and the seanery. I had never ran more than 3 miles before so my goal was to finish. I took a nice easy pace, just a bit slower than my normal one. When I saw the 4 mile marker I picked up the pace, feeling good and knowing it was almost over. About the 5th mile, to my surprise, I caught up to Paul who was walking! I asked him if he was ok and he said he was but that I should just keep going. Later I found out that he had pushed himself, beating his personl record for the 5k and then had no energy left for the remaining 2 miles. I pushed it to the finish line, sprinting past 5 people on the last leg. I finished in 48:08! I was so proud of myself. My goal was to finish in 50 minutes and I had beaten that goal along with beating my husband!
After the race we stretched and quickly got in the car to go home. Paul and I had to be back at church the next morning and we had a 4 hour car drive ahead of us. We changed into dry clothes in the car and headed on our way. We listened to a book on tape and although we were extremely tired, God kept us safe all the way home.
We had arrived home and were excited to jump into bed about 12:30am. Paul began to pull into the garage when we heard a terrible sound. The sound of metal bending and crashing. It was so loud that the neighbor dogs began to bark. Paul stopped the car. We hadn't even made it into the garage and we looked at each other like "what was that!". Then Paul's eyes got big and said, "oh no...the bikes!".
We have a nice Thulle bike rack that goes on top of the car. We had taken both of our bikes with us, but since Ben and Denise had bikes there, we used theirs and left ours on top of our car. We had completely forgotten about our bikes until now.
We got out of the car to see Paul's bike handle wedged under the siding above our garage. The bike was hanging from the house and still attached to it was our bike rack. Hanging from the bike rack was the metal frame that used to surround both sides of Paul's car. Maybe if I wasn't so tired and it wasn't so close to 1am, I might have found this funny, or I might have even taken a picture, but it was more of an annoyance. I was tired and now I would be going to bed even later. Paul backed the car out of the way and began to pull (I was too short to reach). The bike was really jammed in there but he eventually got it down.
We parked the car in the driveway, put the bike, car parts and bike rack in the garage and decided we would assess the damage the next morning. We were tired and ready to go to take showers and go to bed.