I ran the Springfield 5k race this morning, pushing the boys in the stroller. Unfortunately, there was a hill on the course and I could feel all 80 pounds of the stroller and boys. I pleaded with Robert to get out and run up the hill to lighten up the load, but he refused...much to the amusement of nearby runners.
Robert also loves to ask me a million questions whenever I run with the stroller. I try to explain that I can't carry on a conversation at the moment because mommy is running and can barely breathe, but that doesn't stop him. However, he did stop with the questions for a brief moment to explain to me about how AT&T has a 4G phone that lets you "tax" and talk at the same time!!! He tells me as though this is the most amazing discovery he's ever heard and insists I must buy it immediately. I think someone is watching too much TV.
Me, with the boys right before the race. Note, that I am wearing an old Concert t-shirt. I am still waiting for my sister and brother-in-law to send me Clicker shirts. Think of all the free advertising you'll get when I run races. Size small, please. Plus, someone who shall remain nameless thinks the tag line on the back of the shirt is too risque, yet this same person still does not see what is wrong with a mother (of teenagers) wearing a big peckers shirt.
Jack loves to wear adult size t-shirts. He refused to take the racing shirt off all day. He'll probably wear it to bed tonight, too.
At the end of the race, they had a moon bounce and kid-fit activities. Here are the boys racing around cones.
The boys eating bananas before the race.
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