As you might have noticed we like to celebrate any occasion we can and we are a little obsessed with the number 13. The 13 is because it's 2013... the year we run a marathon. nuff said! So the 13th of August was coming up. We were having a hard time coming up with something big to do to celebrate. I was even going as far as driving around town, looking for a mile marker 13 or someones house with 13. (ya, too much time on my hands). I came home the night of the 12th and googled the date August 13, 2013. to see if there was something that other people were already celebrating. This is what I got:
This brought some memories flooding back to me. My dad passed away when I was 7. His birthday is August 11. I remember a few different years laying out on my trampoline with my cousins and counting the falling stars that always fell on my Dad's Birthday. We were sure he was sending them down. I really didn't know it was a "thing" until I read this. It was an aw-ha moment. I was pumped. it was about 9 or 10 at night and I was ready to go run that night. I thought if we started at 11:30, we could finish on the 13th and that could be our "thing". We could see if we could see any falling stars. Well, I couldn't get anyone else to get on board (oh except Lexi.. Thanks Lax). but we decided we would do it the next night around 9.... still dark, still falling stars, still on the 13th. yay.
And so the Falling Stars 5 was born. Yes, we had bibs and Ebbi wore a head light and I wore a vest for safety. I didn't know we were running down town and that was a little embarrassing. but we did it and I enjoyed the run. Don't think my fellow fishies really did. But Hey, that's how it goes. Some are great and some not so much. I think I would like to run more at night if I wasn't terrified of being alone in the dark by myself. ha ha. Oh and I saw a falling star!!! yay!!
-Becka
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