Bringing Home the Bronze

Oh, yes. I DID.

This weekend was the 5K I have been planning to run in for several months. It was very hot, in the 90s, and had to be close to 100% humidity where we were. I have never sweat so much in my life as I did while running! There were 3 pretty crazy hills but the one positive is that it was heavily shaded (in a state park with lots of trees).

When the race was over I felt pretty crummy and decided to head back to the cabin. My mom, who also ran, stayed back to get our times. You can imagine my complete shock when she called a few minutes later to tell me I had won a medal for third place in my division! And get this--she won FIRST PLACE in her division! She kicked booty--totally beat me by over a minute.

Here we are--two hot mammas! (literally)



We were pretty proud of ourselves, I'm not gonna lie. But my dad was the real sport this weekend. He watched both of the kids so me and my mom could run in the race. Even brought them to the race to cheer us on. Yea DAD! We were rooting for you!

Here is Glory and her Gee Gee:

And a few other shots from the weekend...

Mom and Jonah

Glory scarfing down some artichoke dip. (Remember what I said about fat people liking really good food? I hope that doesn't pan out--for her sake. Girlfriend knows how to eat!)

Me and my babies' daddy :)


Our family

Now, back to the race for a second. Just for the record (and I'm sure you already figured this out, but just in case) let me clarify that this was NOT a large race. Maybe 100 participants. I got third place in my division but for all I know there could have only been 3 people IN my division. I'm not a running superstar or anything. I even walked some. *gasp*

So while this bronze medal from a little race in rural Oklahoma may not mean much to most people, for the chubby girl who never won anything but a participation ribbon up to this point in life...



I'll take it.