Nerves turned my belly into knots. My body anxiously awaiting the start line.
I don't understand why after this many years, I still get race day jitters.
She saw it all over me. I saw it all over her.
My little sister and I, ready to run her first race... together.
"We need to pray" she said.
"Yes, we do" I agreed.
Our foreheads bowed in unison and found rest on one another.
Our fingers interlocked and our hearts clasped.
We lifted up praise.
This day was about us. Not two. Three.
A time to set personal records. Achieve goals.
The ones spoken out and the ones hidden within.
Anticipating the outcome of those miles to come.
The ground took the pounding of our feet, laced in Asics.
Blood pumped, hearts beat, lungs grasped for air, our mouths spoke encouragement and truth over the obstacles. The hills. The fatigue. The pain from training.