When we last met at this blog, I was debating whether to race my 10K in the morning or run it with son, Sam (12). There was a definite majority opinion from the blog world.
Okay, okay. You talked me into it. I ran with Sam. And I’m glad I did. He was trying to beat his time of 59:00 from last year and he really needed some encouragement out there. Really, if I were to die tomorrow, I know I’d be happier I ran it with my boy.
I decided since I wasn’t racing, I should dress up.
It was actually Emma’s idea. I swear. Sam wasn’t too thrilled since I’d be his running partner. He took one look at me and said:
Sam: Seriously, you’re not wearing that.
Sam: You can't. That’s just not going to go well.
Well, in your face. It did go well. We were about .1 mile down the road before the first frat boy yelled, “Hey you got laid!” Hahhaha. I’ve never heard that one before. Sam said, “I think he was talking to you.”
Here’s at the start. Dr. Oz was right above me. He shot the gun. We discussed open heart surgery and poop cycles:
All the shoes…a family that runs together still argues and gets on each other’s nerves…
Putting on the bib, a dad’s job:
Walking out the door at 6:30am…mini me with the one eyed dog:
The kids scored PRs from last year. Sam = 57:00; Emma = 1:07. Not too shabby.
Hubs and I. We are very patriotic.
I only run this race for an excuse to drink beer at 8:30 a.m. It’s my favorite past time. How did you spend your Memorial Day?