Previously, I've explained my addiction to 5k runs. It's all about the shirt . . . and of course the bonding. Thanksgiving day I like to participate in the turkey trot. It is sponsored by Helpline and takes place on the UAH campus. The starting line is right in front of the building where Ben and I met for the first time. But I digress.
Last year it was Hayden and me. This year we included Ally. Notice I didn't say "invited" but "included". I apparently overstepped my enthusiasm boundary by not asking her first. In my defense, I told her that morning, she did not have to participate . . . and she could still have the shirt. Oh, alright, I'll do it she clearly said moments before the race. And so it began.
Just seconds into the race, Hayden left us. Something about moving at a snail's pace and her sister complaining turned her off to the mother/daughter bonding experience and made her run as fast as she could to get as far as she could in front of us. By mile 0.2, Ally was done. If I had seen Ben, she would have been ejected from the race. No it wasn't until mile 2.5 that we saw Ben and the boys and by that point I was bound and determined to make her finish this race.
I finally got her to move it along when I told her I would race her to the finish. If she won, I would do her chores for a week, if I won, she would clean the living room each night for a week. She crossed the line first. I was just so glad we finally finished.
Our time, an astounding 50 minutes and 50 seconds. Do you see the trend? I'm getting slower! We did, however, beat the time of the bulldog in the stroller.
Go Hayden Go!
What a nice day for a stroll!
Look at us go!
Somebody doesn't look happy!
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