Friday night was the Harbortown 5k, and the Lareaus decided to take it on, armed as we were with a new jogging stroller and a desire to introduce our daughter to the joys of road races. Right. She did great for the first 2 miles. But then it was dinner time. And we all know that dinner time waits for no race. So after a detour through a sprinkler to see if that would cheer her up (decidely not), we realized that the only answer was a pit stop for a bottle. Said bottle was concocted on the side of the road, and sweaty daddy carried Meredith and fed her, while mom pushed the empty stroller. It was stunning how many people thought it would be funny to say "Can I have a ride?". Those who weren't asking for rides or laughing with (at?) us, were glaring at us as if to say "You maniacs, take your kid home." Oh well. We finished the race...together. And by the end of the bottle, Meredith thought 5ks were fabulous, especially if you run them on your dad's shoulders.
4 comments:
Beauty, Brains and Athleticism! She's gonna make us as proud as her mama and daddy do!!!!
That's Kedra Sugg (otherwise known as Gran), ladies and gents, chiming in with another completely unbiased comment. God bless her!
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