The race was only a 5k so we weren't "racing" for very long. But I will say the toughest part was maneuvering through 18,000 people. I have to admit I didn't really think much about what the race was for, until I saw a dad and his 2 little girls waiting next to us at the TRAX station to get downtown before the start time. The back of girls shirts said "Running in memory of my Mom, Sandy", which of course made me weepy. Definitely a race we plan on doing again.
The next day, in celebration of all mom's everywhere, Dave did a great job with a "flowers/breakfast" sneak attack, and later we went to Carrabbas. Below is the best of the attemps we made to get a decent pic of me and my offspring. It wasn't pretty.....But what can I say - we're stuck with each other.
