Crap. I had to keep going. I had figured out where the one mile mark would be and wanted to go that far before I stopped. But since I am me, I stopped too soon, even though I knew I could still go on. I keep telling myself if I can just get through that hellacious first mile, I'm good to go. So naturally I give up before the 1 mile is up. Truly, I am my own worst enemy.
I alternated walking and running the rest of the way, continually giving up while I still had more in the tank. And that's why I finished 45 seconds slower. And that's why I barely beat Lane.
Taylor arrived about 10 minutes later, and Grandma and Addie were about 5 minutes behind that. Grandma was thrilled to still have other people behind her.
As we waited for the time cards for Taylor, Addie and Grandma, our Fire Chief came over and congratulated Grandma on participating. The oldest age category was 70-99, and Grandma (age 81) was the only woman in that entire division. We were all both proud and amused that her card read "1st" in her division. We think she should frame it.
We set up at our spot in front of PG Printers on Main Street for the parade. We had a pretty large group this year, including my sister Sabrina and a few of her kids. (Sabrina and her son Dallas also ran in the 5k, and Sabrina and Jack were good cheerleaders for me for that final block.)
Busy, busy Jack had to get himself up to the high school immediately following the 5k to walk in the parade with his FCCLA group since he is the Vice President over Membership for the next school year. Needless to say, he was a little worn out afterwards.
I made these cupcakes for my neice Kassie's baby Hazel's blessing/2 year old son Emmett's birthday. They are lemon cake with fresh raspberry frosting. Seriously, the frosting is so easy - 1 cup butter (room temperature), 1 cup fresh raspberries, and powdered sugar. That's it. Really, that's it. Sooooo good.
These are my 4th of July cupcakes. My 4th of July sprinkles are all used up, so I used some metallic colored ones that my sister Mie sent me. Hopefully Mie also took the hint regarding my lack of patriotic sprinkles. She could just send them out with Amanda when she comes next summer, since I wouldn't need them before that. And hopefully she will also know how much I appreciate the metallic ones shown here as well as the snowflake ones, and the pearl ones, and the gold flake ones, and all the other ones that she's sent out. That's sisterly love, is what that is. Sprinkles, AKA "didders." Don't ask. My sisters will understand. :)