Race Report

Every year our local track club hosts a Labor Day race on the mountain with 10K, 5K and 1 mile distances.   Last year we decided to make it a family event.  Jake ran the 10K, I ran the 5K and Ella ran the 1 mile fun run (with Daddy in tow). We had so much fun that we decided to make this an annual McMonkey Family tradition.

We intentionally waited until the night before to tell Ella about the race, and it’s a good thing because she spent most of the evening running laps around the house and bending over imitating a breathless runner. (I think we may have overdone it a bit watching the Olympics!) 

Race morning was filled with excitement, more running, and lots of talk about winning.  Here’s the official race report:

They set off at a blistering pace.  Ella’s pink shorts and Jake’s orange shorts made for a bright combination that was easy to pick out in the crowd!

 

 After about 14 minutes I saw a pink blur coming across the horizon.  It was my baby girl and she was going strong.

 

So strong, in fact, that she apparently started a little bit of preschool smack talk.  Her pacer (aka Daddy) says that she leaned over to the little boy in orange and said with 3 year old confidence,  “I’m beating you.” (Once again, a little too much Olympics.)

This prompted him to stick out his tongue and pick up his pace, leaving my angel in his dust.

 

Bless his heart.  He really under estimated my little princess.   With 10 yards to go she kicked into high gear.

Here’s my little red-faced Ella running to the finish line in a full sprint.  And, yes, that’s Mr. Orange watching those little pink shorts run away.

 

What’s this? The finish line ribbons are pink!! 

You can try but you will never convince my sassy little 3 year old that she didn’t win this race; because she’ll tell anyone that will listen, “I beat that boy!”