(also known as the official start to Christmas!)
Last weekend my husband and I traveled about 30 minutes south to Branson, Mo (yes — that Branson. And yes, I will miss seeing Andy Williams billboards this Christmas!) to run a 5K at Silver Dollar City. It’s an 1880’s themed amusement park, which is just as weird and delightful as it sounds — old timey craft shops, food cooked in large outdoor kettles and griils, and some really awesome rides with names like Powder Keg and the Barn Swing (it’s scarier than it sounds). They cover every square inch of the place in Christmas lights in November and December, and it’s really something to see.
The race is great, because for the price of a normal admission, you get to ride rides for about 3 hours, run a 5K, get hot cocoa, wassail, and cookies, AND a ticket to come back again before the end of the year.
The only bad part is The Hill. The end of the race goes up this enormous hill that everyone who has ever been to SDC knows about, because it’s the hill you have to climb to reach the entrance/exit to the park at the end of a long day. But really, it’s not that bad.
Did you notice how I casually mentioned at the beginning of the post that my husband and I ran a 5K? This is a really big deal. Matt doesn’t run. It’s my thing, and I don’t try to push it on him. But he likes roller coasters, and I promised I would stay with him if he wanted to run it. You guys: HE RAN THE WHOLE WAY (okay, one tiny walk break) WITH NO TRAINING (except the general physical demands of being a college pastor, which apparently requires regular games of ultimate frisbee and capture the flag)! I was so proud of him.
Then we ate lots of cookies. Yum.