Okay. IVE. LOST. MY. MIND. Do not ask me WHY I thought that I could take 4 kids to a 5k and believe it was going to go smoothly. I imagined running the race at a good 9 min per mile pace, pushing the jogging stroller with the boys happily enjoying the scenery. The girls running next to me smiling. NO! NO! NO!!!!
Not even close.
The before the race part went well. As good as it could've gotten with this group:
They sprayed their flavor packets. Good times, right?
Then the race started and it went downhill quickly. QUICKLY. The Wiz was crying. Didn't want to be in the stroller. Son didn't want to be in the stroller. Didn't want to run. Didn't want to walk. He wanted to do the following: play on the side of the road. Lay on the ground. Run in the opposite direction. OH MY GOSH.
Princess was tired. And thirsty. And didn't want to run either.
So we did what anyone who realized they were nuts for imagining a beautiful run with the family on a Saturdary would do. We turned around. We probably completed a mile and a half or maybe s mile. We just couldn't do it. I failed.
Do we went to the finish line to have some fun. Here is Son with his medal that he in no way shape or form earned:
The Wiz showing off his post race muscles:
I am not sure I would do it again. Ok. I know there is no way I will ever do this again as the only adult. No way, but I am glad we went. The colors were fun and the kids had a good time. It's also kind of neat to sneeze rainbow colors out your nose.....