We were lucky enough to find some friends at the start of the race- sorry we missed you shelly!- and ended up snapping this picture (thanks, alison!).
I planned on walking the route because apparently my stitches and cuts are the least stable between weeks 1 and 2 (due to the dissolving sutures and whatnot) but my pride got the best of me. How am I supposed to go to a race and walk?! I have been feeling fabulous and felt confident that everything would be fine. Plus- I ran half the race with a surgeon (thanks, kurt!). I was confident in his abilities to do something (call 911?!) if I collapsed and was bleeding out. In his defense- he did NOT encourage my running. And apparently Kent wasn't too worried about my condition because he ran way ahead of me. And in his defense- he needed to beat Santa Claus so that we could get a free movie ticket. I ended up running the entire race and felt great. I was a little sore the next day- but nothing extraordinary.
The parade was fun and festive- albeit rather cold- and we had a good time. One float in particular caught my attention and I had to include a picture. It is a giant fire (major flames came out of his mouth) breathing dragon with a message. The part you can't see says "papa's comin' boys". It was a little bit strange to see in a small town parade- but a very creative dragon nonetheless