It's that time of the year again. Time to sign up for the 5k Turkey Trot at The Y.
And this year........it's personal.
Last year Ty and I ran it together. He had been running with me sporadically in an effort to slim down. I was just beginning to run again after having Shaye and taking it easy because breastfeeding and running are not a great combo for me.
Anyway...I told him we would take the run easy and just run together - no pressure. This was fine until about 100 yards to the finish when Ty looked at me and said, "I have to be able to tell The Coach I beat you! Sorry!" And he took off. By the time I realized what was going on and called him names it was too late to catch up.
Not happening this year.
Victory will be mine!
Surely youth can't always trump training.
He doesn't look all that menacing here, sitting in the recliner, watching t.v., eating.........his fingers?
I am not above taking him out for pancakes before the run!
Saigie has also decided she wants to run. We are signing up for the one mile kids' run! (I won't try to beat her.)
I am spending the last few hundred days of my thirties loving my husband and five kids, teaching, cooking, training, reading, and thanking God for all that I have been blessed with.
I hope to share these adventures with you fellow adults in order to retain my sanity and vocabulary.
In the process I am sure my ham licking, choke holding, pop tart hiding family will be approached about gaining fame and fortune on a reality show titled, "How to Raise Quirky Kids in a Chaotic Home."
Thanks for stopping by!