Ok, it wasn't really a million dollars. But it was quite a lot. Like grocery money for a week a lot.
After our "fits and starts" experience at our first family 5k, R opted out of this one and I left Cooper with my sister for the day, because there was NO WAY I was going to be willing to wrangle both of the kids by myself over the course of 3.11 miles. NO. WAY.
We carefully planned our outfits, where by "carefully planned" I mean I ordered us these super cool socks WITH CAPES and it was determined that Zachary would be Batman and I would be Superman. He always gets to be Batman. It's really not fair.
And even though I'm still bitter about not getting to be Batman (AGAIN!!!) I will have to say our socks were quite a hit with dozens - DOZENS! - of people complimenting us. So I was a little bit mollified.
I finally convinced him that we had to move along (MORE COLORS! LET'S GO!) and we made our way through yellow, orange and pink (the pink people were particularly aggressive with their color squirt bottles, by the way) before heading to the finish line and of course to the after party.
This is my who knows what number 5k and Zachary's third, and it was one of my favorites so far. The mood was festive, nearly everyone we encountered was in a good mood, I stopped a dozen times along the course to offer to take pics for groups of people, and I have no clue how long it took us to run the whole race because it wasn't timed, and for once, I didn't really care.
We went to have fun, and we accomplished that. In spades.
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