Friday night, we held our first annual
HomeRun: Lake Country 5K for Adoption. The week was beyond busy with details and preparation for the race. My iphone reminder app was on overload this week!! The to-do list seemed never ending...but we finally made it to Friday--the day of the race.
With our little Toyota Corolla completely stacked with race supplies (and our good friend Jeremy), we booked it to the race site. Soon, we were surrounded with family and friends who had volunteered to help us pull of the event fundraiser. :) My mom and mother-in-law came out early to help me with registration. It was so special to have their help as we raised money to bring home their future grandson!
I was a little nervous as we put the final details into place and awaited the swarm of race participants. And the people came. They came and came. Friends and family and those from the community. Soon, our race grounds were bustling with chatter and music.
As I was registering people, an older man walked up to me and introduced himself. He explained that when he saw the flyer for the race, he knew he wanted to support our cause. He proceeded to tell me about a young child, who was scheduled to be aborted. Fortunately, the mother was convinced to give birth to the child and to put him up for adoption. Thirty years later, the child had grown into a successful surgeon. My new friend looked at me with tears and said, "Just think, this is what the world would have been missing out on. This child is my son. I adopted him, and I am so proud of him." With that, he plopped down his registration fee and excitedly headed to get ready for the race. What a hero!
Here's a picture of him with Dave after the race.
To tell you the truth, the days leading up to the race were filled with details, lots of work (race and normal life work), and little sleep. Personally, Dave and I were not in a great position physically to be running the race. Yet, this was more than just a race for us. True, we had worked hard to organize it--But this one was for our boy. Ready or not, we were running this race.
We all lined up on the starting line (close to 100 people!), and prepared for the "Ready, set, go!" And with that, we were off! The actual run was brutal on me--my tiredness was totally catching up to me!! Yet on we continued. Dave broke ahead of me early on in the race. After about the first mile, my mom (my unofficial personal trainer) came along side me for a little coaching and encouraging. By the third mile, I had caught up to Dave--who was having a hard time himself overcoming the physical exhaustion of the last few weeks. Together, we ran our last mile. It was not glamourous or stunning. Each step was hard, sweaty work. As we rounded the last curve, we were greeted by a line of friends cheering on the finishers.
My sweet David grabbed my hand to run the last 100 yards. My mom came along side to run the last bit with us. Instantly, the full range of emotions hit me. This race was for our boy. It was so much more than just another run. It was the race to parenthood. A race to rescue our orphan. A race to live out our Christianity. A race to our future. A race, surrounded by loving friends and family--supported and cared for. The tears poured down my face. Hand in hand, we crossed the finish line-a hot mess of tears!
Boy-We cannot wait 'til you come home!
(Here are a few more pictures from the day.)
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Chapman Family, dear friends and race sponsors |
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Headed to the Kid's Fun Run |
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Thanks for helping! |
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Some adorable little runners :) |
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My David and my mom |
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More friends and helpers |
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My mom and I |
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Registration |
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Run! Run! Run! |
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Ready to roll on the Kid's Race |
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Support from friends! |
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More Friends |
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My little sister and I :) Her first 5K! |
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New friends-AND a fellow adoptive mom! |
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Family shot |
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Awesome supporters and friends |
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Sweet family from church, good friends |
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Ken, the mastermind behind our logo design |
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My sister and I |
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More friends |