5K all the way for her.
Until we got about a mile in and then complain, complain, complain.
Oh my, did her legs hurt.
I swear I ran half of the race backwards as I cajoled her along.
But that girl had tricks up her sleeve.
The last 100 yards she made a mad dash to the finish line making it look like I was the one holding her back.
Definitely was the worst race ever. I am not going to let her talk me into another 5K. It's the 1 mile for her next year.
Despite coming in almost last, she and I both received awards. Ash got one for being the youngest
and I took second (because there were only two runners in my age category).
Alex, on the other hand, had a great race. I didn't sign him up originally because I wasn't sure what he his demeanor might be that morning. But he was all gun-ho to run 1 mile.
As he crossed the finish line (last one to do it) he raised his hands up and yelled, "I WIN!"
