All for the free t-shirt!

I love "entering" races, programs, workout contests, etc.  I love them because usually you get a "free" t-shirt that says you were there and participated.  Bragging rights of sorts.  I'm rubbing off on the girls.  I took them to Huntsville Hospital's Autumn Chase one mile fun run.  It is a crazy, crowded, mass of nutty, over-protective, competitive parents like me.  This is our third year.  The first year we didn't have the boys and Nanny went with us.  I carried Ally on my back the entire mile.  And I ran.  We missed the next year because of the birth of the boys.  (Nobody else volunteered to take the girls . . . wimps!!) Last year, I loaded up everybody and off we went.  I ran along side Ally and Hayden did her own thing.  The boys rode in the stroller.   This year Ben kept the boys at home and Nina went to see all the fun.  Did I mention my Mother has a lower tolerance for rude, ignorant people than I do?  Yep, almost a fight in the parking lot.  Good thing I didn't wear my Capshaw Baptist VBS shirt!!  The car beside us was in a BIG hurry and felt the need to aggressively merge in front of me.  I let her just because I was laughing too hard at her waving her hands and, I believe, talking ugly to me.  Anyways, we get up to the race and decide that Hayden will go ahead and run with Ally's group so we don't have to stick around for another 1 1/2 hours until her time.  She is thrilled.  I guess I should let you know she had already run a mile at school with the running club before this.  Not the best of plans.  The girls take off and Ally shows a surprising bit of competitive spirit and runs.  She ended up finishing in 12 minutes and she ran the whole thing.  Hayden did great and ran most of it.  We immediately head to the t-shirt table to collect.  The girls got some ice cream and after working for about 30 minutes to find the free bags and frisbees only to find out they had run out, we left.  There was a small incident in the ice cream line.  Yep, somebody cut in line.  Nina gave the rest of their group a dirty look and they backed away.  Don't mess with us.