We rounded the corner into April....
and for a moment there....
My Mom won the race on Saturday. On Monday she lost the war on winter.
And to think my Mom was awarded a trophy for running 10 miles on paved surfaces with aid stations.
I have taken to making my own medals and awarding them to whoever I see fit.
You want a real race report?
The time wasn't that fast
But it wasn't that slow
Could she have gone faster?
Not a bad poem for a 2.5 year old if I do say so.