Saturday, October 6, 2012

Will's first race!

So this week has been an active recovery week for me. I've kept walking, did my training session on Thursday as normal and then this morning Will and I participated in the Sponsering Survivorship fun run. It was a 2k, so yeah, nothing big but Will's only 5! He was super excited about it. Not me, lol. Honestly didn't want to get out of bed and do ANYTHING. But I did, for him. He kept saying "I'm gonna win, I'm gonna beat everyone. Just like you, Momma, I want to jump walls and go through fire". Ah, my baby has an active imagination. I tried to explain to him that everyone wins this race. Whether you come in first or last, you win. Yeah, he didn't get it LOL.

He took off like a shot at the beginning. My poor Garmin started going nuts because it's used to my slow pace. He started off like at a 7 min mile pace. Dude my legs were going to fall off. I tried to get him to slow down, he wouldn't budge. Kept trying to "run super fast". At about the halfway point he did start to slow down. But when my Garmin beeped at the 1 mile point I saw he had done a 13 min mile. Whew! He was so super happy and, of course, I forgot my camera. Luckily he WAS the first finisher and the lady at the finish line took his picture and is going to post it on facebook. She had him go through the finish line like three times to get a good shot. He was oblivious, all he knew was he was first and he is awesome. And he is, he really is awesome.


  1. Your such a lying jealous bitch. Will didnt run anything and neither did you. You made this up. You are lazy and not good at anything. Will cant even talk to say he wants to be like you. HAHAHA your kid is dumb. you are a lazy person who likes to sit on line ALLLLDAY. You don't pay attention to your children, ( thats why your son has a speech problem) b.c you payy noo attention to them. You're life is alll about the internet.

  2. And you're a fat ass, cellulite covered 2 bit whore who can't shape her eyebrows into something resembling normal. You look like a cross-dressing Jabba the Hut. Your sweat-stained, leopard print loving ass uses cake frosting for eyeshadow. Your kids look completely fucking miserable all the time though that's not surprising considering their mother. They're likely embarrassed by your lack of class. The biggest decision you ever fucking make is how many of your sausage fingers can you fit into a fucking Pringles can. I'd also suggest you stop trying to buy clothes from The Children's Place. They're trying to get customers; not scare them off. Maybe you should find something productive to do other than dribbling cum out the side of your mouth after it's been in your funk nasty ass.