family support

I have to say, the only thing that dissappointed me about the half marathon was that my family wasn't there. It was awesome to have Joe there. And really wonderful that Laura ran it too. But as I saw people along the course with signs for their kids or siblings or parents, I ached a little for my own cheering section. Instead my step-mother and father thought it would be a good idea to hold my younger sister's middle school graduation party on the same day. Of all the days in June and July, they chose the half marathon day. Now I could argue that I signed up for it months ago, and let them know about it. And they could argue that they didn't remember it was that day. But in the end, I didn't feel like my family cared that I was attempting a major accomplishment in my life.
Kind, sweet, and loyal Joe was there. He snapped pictures of me. Let me lean on him so that I didn't collapse after the race. He pushed me to drink water, and eat something. I can always count of him. And while he didn't vocalize it, I think he was bothered by the fact that my family wasn't there either.
I did get a few text messages from my family, wishing me luck, or asking me how I did. My dad even called and left a message. I just couldn't bring myself to call him back. My body was exhausted, and I was, admittedly, upset, and I didn't want to ruin the success by thinking about who wasn't physically there to cheer me on.
I'm sure the dissappointment will fade, and eventually I'll understand that I don't need a huge cheering section to be successful. I just need the reliable, and select few (ahem, Joe, Laura, Sarah) to support me.