Morgan came home just in time to miss the Rex Lee Run. But, we were together and it was spring and so there had to be a 5k.
Coincidentally, my church put on a neighborhood 5k the weekend she came home. It was no Rex Lee Run, but it was...what it was.
You would think that someone who loves kids, presumes to understand them most of the time, and spends a lot of time around them would be smarter than inviting a few teeny tiny legs to walk for three miles in the early morning.
We were talking about doing the race for days, pumped up full of excitement that rivaled a trip to Disneyland. Our pre-race faces pretty much express our level of enthusiasm.
(Morgan was in the process of being shocked at a slip of the tongue when I accidentally said the word "race" wrong.)
It didn't take long to realize that a three mile race is a long way. Pretty much from the gun going off.
This is everyone in front of me right after the gun went off.
And this is everyone behind me when the gun went off.
There were lots of stops to do this.
There were a couple stops to cry on the side of the curb.
(Pictures of me doing the same withheld.)
And there were lots of free rides going on.
And lots of selfies.
Teeny tiny feet were dropped off halfway through the race, with signs of victorious relief.
Overall, it was a classic springtime 5k.
In hindsight, we probably shouldn't have run to get to the race. We apparently used up crucial energy.
Congratulations to track star, Kate, who was the only one to run the race!
