This Saturday the girl ran her first 5k. She ran with Fire Beard, in the pouring rain, and loved every minute of it.
I was very proud, from the top of my head to the tips of my wet frozen toes. Seriously though, it was miserable out there. I stayed cold for hours after we left, and we didn’t even stay for the big Christmas parade after the race. I was shocked and proud when she came over the finish line with a smile on her face, and told me she wanted to do it again next year. I guess the girl is one tough cookie!