Our Homer spit is a natural geological feature, probably a leftover glacial moraine from back in the ice age days. It is one of the longest spits in the world at 4 ish miles.
Every summer, there is a run from the high school to the end of the spit, the spit run, and more recently coined “10k to the Bay”. I do it every year. Always have, and hopefully always will. :)
I don’t really consider myself a runner, even though I diiiid do cross country in 7th grace haha. But I am a spit runner. :) I proudly started as a 5 year old and have done it every summer I’m around.
Soooo the past couple years they started charging $30 to register the race! Not awesome. Think how many Bagel Shop bagels I could eat for $30. So the past couple years I silently protested by not registering and running anyway. :) Hopefully they’ll drop the registration price back down because I know I wasn’t the only bandit runner who didn’t want to pay.
Stacy and I sort of unfortunately skipped the first two miles and did the last four, but that’s okay. She didn’t know how well he baby would do in the stroller for an hour and a half and so we decided to skip the beginning. But whoa, we still ran-walked four miles! That’s pretty much the only running I’ve done since the last spit run a year ago. Seriously.
Our babies ended up doing great! But it was the toddler and my nieces that had a hard time haha. Buuuut we all made it. Hooray!
My sister Holly and her husband Jordin and their two girls ran too, but one of the girls went with me most of the time, and the rest of the time in Stacy’s stroller. So it was a good family affair!
Stacy previously insisted that we’d be walking the race with our strollers, and then out of somewhere she got a burst of energy and started running! It was funny, but she left me and Katy behind and it took us a while to catch up with her. Funny girl. I love her. She’s really good.
The weather couldn’t have been better. It was sunny and beautiful, but with a good breeze to keep us a little cooler. What a gorgeous day.