Anna was so cute, as soon as the gun went off Curt (who was at the finish line) said she got a big smile on her face and zoomed the whole way down and the proceeded to high five strangers. (Sound like someone else? :-) Poor Sophie was a little more bashful and Tim and I had to walk her down part of the way.
All the 5k racers did a fabulous job and Curt finally beat me in a race!!! I forgot how enjoyable these small races are without the big mental battle of finishing mile after mile.
The funny story of the race was that in her excitement after the finish, Michelle blurted out, "We finished! And YOU'RE pregnant!" (Revealed in a future email-hence the delay on this post.) We happened to be standing in the shade of the ...ambulance. Sure enough, both EMT's eyes shot straight to my belly then straight to my face. They kept checking in on me (as only a wonderful EMT would) and eventually the guy casually strolled over to the cab of the ambulance, turned the key, and blasted the AC. Then he so gently stated, "Miss, why don't you just sit right down here in the cab for a bit. I don't like how red your face is." At first I thought, "Oh man! Michelle totally called me out!" but after about two minutes in the chilly air I was so grateful. I sat back and basked in the air while everyone else (including Saint Mimi who woke, dressed, fed Anna, got her to the race, and stood with us in the sun) baked in the 120 degree shade.
To tell you the truth I was having a little trouble cooling down on my own but I'd never admit that. Oh no!
Funny thing was, since an EMT asked me to sit there, I assumed I had to wait till he told me I could leave. It got so cold in there I started shivering. He finally noticed and said, "You know you can get out whenever you want!" Well no. I didn't know that. Thank you!
Anyway, it was on to Anna's race and home for a serious shower and nap! Saint Mimi even kept Anna all the way until dinner time! Instead of napping, Curt shot guns with Tim and RyRy. Silly boys.
Enjoy the pictures:
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