Kirk recently completed his first half marathon, and we couldn't be prouder. We roused the baby bumpkins from her dreamy slumbers and dragged her along in her PJs to cheer Kirk on and watch him race:
You can see more about his race (in Kirk's very own words!) as well as additional photos here.
This is just a little peek into the supporter's side of a race. There's a lot of anticipation, but the wee one stuck it out and didn't even lose patience once through all that waiting. She was even well-behaved despite the early hours and learned such necessary race jargon such as "Go! Go! Go!" and "Push it! Push it!"
Those who know me well are doubtless aware of my aversion to mornings, especially the ridiculous pre-sun hours of the day. However, it's those very dreadful mornings that rejuvenate and energize me the most! I feel like I get so much done on days like that, and this was one such day.
Yes or no: mornings. Thoughts?