This morning the boys and I ran in the Santa’s Sleigh 5K. Braedon and I ran in this race last year, and it was cold again, although my wife says it was warmer this year because, unlike last year, she was comfortably able to stand outside during the entire race.
The picture may look bad, but before I win ‘Worst Dad of the Year’ award for forcing my kids to endure extreme environmental conditions, let it be known that , oh, no more than three strides into the race Braedon took his hat off. I told him to put it back on his head, and he defiantly told me, “No, it is better this way.” OK kid.
Somewhere around this point Brenden began laughing hysterically. I am not certain just what struck him as funny; perhaps it was his dad mumbling something about a heavy stroller and an upcoming hill.
Mom greeted us at the finish line and then we were really off to the races because we still had a full day ahead of us…