The Race

 

Holly: I want to buy Sarah, her daughter, a shirt that says "My mommy runs faster than your mommy."

Me:  I think that would be hilarious.

Then at our Sunday School's Christmas Party, the smack starts over the potential t-shirt.  Something is said about a shirt that says "My mommy runs faster than your daddy."  Then SB adds his comments about well, maybe longer but not faster. It's decided that a race that night isn't really feasible.

Well, the next day in Sunday School, the smack talk continues.  By the time it is over, Holly and SB are going to race 1 mile on New Year's Day at 2 pm at the local high school track.

Over the course of the next 10 days, the pot sweetens and pride is no longer the only motivator.  If SB wins, then Holly comes over and cooks dinner for everyone.  (Holly is an excellent cook, so this is quite the prize.)  If Holly wins, then SB has to buy Sarah a shirt that says "My mommy runs faster than AB's daddy."  Male pride is soooo on the line.

We have a few families over for New Year's Eve, the smack talk continues.  SB trying to get Holly to have just one more glass of wine, and Holly trying to get SB to eat and drink some more. 

Race Day....It is sunny at 33 degrees with a 23 degree windchill.  (In other words, pretty from inside your house.) It's agreed that everyone will do their personal best and be on their best behavior.  Afterall, the kiddos are watching.  

It starts friendly enough....

BB is ready to start cheering for Daddy.

 

They are sooo close.

 

We watch in anticipation.  (Uncle T and Aunt N are down from MI visiting.)

The girls cheer for their dad.

And, the winner is....

SB: 6:50

Holly 7:10

Of course, they both thought they had it in the bag.  SB thought Holly would be lucky to run it in 8 minutes, and Holly thought that SB wouldn't have the endurance to keep up.

(Holly is a marathon runner, and SB works out, but no cardio.)

"I am so glad that it is over."

SB catching his breath :)

Of course, it is all in good fun.