Monday (the so-called holiday), we had to get down to the field in the early am because this year's race was threatening to attract some 6,000 runners all looking for grand prizes of BMWs and cash.
There were folks from all age groups and abilities. They all looked psyched too until a half dozen Ethiopians showed up. Well that was the end of that. The Africans gracefully sprinted to the finish barely breaking a sweat in the 80 plus degree temperature.
My 'not quite fully African' son did great for his first time out, a 22 minute 5k. Not bad! But no Beemer.
All in all it was a fun morning and now my son is talking cross country track!
The pictures you will see below are more sad visuals of my continuing brushes with bad luck. My dryer broke down and I had the wonderful experience of visiting, for the first time on the 'so called holiday', my town's laundromat...
As it was the 'so-called holiday' weekend and I spent most of it drying clothes, I didn't plan any parties or cookouts with the kids. They sulked and complained and otherwise looked mistreated so I decided to drag my already tired behind to the supermarket on the 'so-called' holiday to buy burgers, hot dogs, coal, etc.
I guess everyone was at their beach houses, pool parties, barbecuing, sitting out on the chaise and relaxing holiday. I couldn't help it but I stood in the middle of the store and didn't want to leave.
Back home, I pulled the cover off the grill, the first time this season and prepared to clean the $^$#@ thing so's my hungry boys could have a cookout when this masked bandit shows up...