This was to be our last Y-Me 5K Breast Cancer Race/Walk before we move. My husband, Art would jog and we would walk with our granddaughter in her stroller. The weather forecast did say rain but we figured it could go north or south or dissipate. It didn't. It started as a drizzle and became heavier until "cats and dogs" would be an appropriate description. Monsoon? Hurricane? Typhoon? The high temperature was supposed to be 51 degrees but at 7:30 AM, we were no where near that.
We walked about a mile to Grant Park in Chicago and saw my husband off. We could not do the walk because it was too difficult to manage pushing the stroller and holding the umbrellas at the same time. Just standing at the finish line was a challenge as the winds swooped under the umbrellas.
Amazingly, Art's finish time was only a minute and a half slower than unusual. Maybe he was just trying to get done so we could all go home. He didn't realize he had passed the finish line because officials had to take the banner and time clock down due to the high winds. As we were returning home, winds knocked down a heavy sign right in front of us. That was a surprise.
Our granddaughter, protected by the plastic rain cover, snuggled up in her waterproof blanket cocoon and eating out of a snack cup watched us all in sublime comfort, even taking a nap...not waking until we had returned home.
My son-in-law had a substantial Mother's Day brunch waiting for us as we took showers to try to warm up. This was certainly an uncomfortable but a day to remember!
