Swimmy, Swammy, Samson Strides
You know those days where you just think you’ve had enough and then…
well, you open up a kid’s homework folder you see this.
My response to my mom and sisters: It’s nice to see Meg is happy to see her friends even if they are a little slutty.
Funny how sometimes a little sideways “s” makes you change your perspective and chuckle (along with others).
Yeah- hello inconsistency. My splits are as varied as Lindsay Lohan’s personality these days.
For what it’s worth I’m pretty sure I stopped to stretch in mile 3 for a bit and forgot to turn my timer off, but I can’t be sure – it might very well be the strangest splits I’ve seen.
In other news, I have a BIG race this weekend.
Strawberry’s already asked if I can “pace him to a new PR” (PR’s are a disease and he’s got it) in his efforts. Given that they haven’t actually done a single training run – I’m thinking they’ll be…
Have you ever hung out with 3 little boys before? Yes, they could be running better if we had done a training run or 5, but if I slapped a pedometer on their little feet, they probably run 3 miles every 30 minutes when they’re outside with the neighbor kids playing.
Do you ever run with your kids?
Do you ever race with your kids?
I do from time to time and it’s SOOOOO hard watching all the speedsters cruise by during the race knowing that I could be there pushing myself with them, but there’s nothing that replaces crossing the finish line and seeing the look on their faces – so speed on speedsters, I get the biggest hug at the end of the finish line that just can’t be replaced!