Tuesday, November 22, 2011
So I did a race this weekend. My husband and son (7 years old) ran the 3 miles in 53 minutes. The plan was for me to walk it with my daughter (4 years old). She got out of the jog stroller and ran. So I had to run after her. She was weaving in and out of people. Not easy to do with a jog stroller. She ran for a mile. Way to go. I thought I was going to die. My foot was killing me. I really wanted to call my husband to come and get us. But I didn't want to disappoint the girl who wanted to beat her mommy in a race. So I walked it. Got to the school and let her out to run the rest. It was fun until after. My foot is killing me. I will never, ever, ever kiss a frog (oops watching princess and the frog. My daughters favorite movie. Let myself get so out of shape that I am in this much pain.
I am so proud of my kids.