Wednesday, January 21, 2009


The day was cool and crisp, a thin layer of snow created a patchwork quilt on the lawn. The crowd was gathered for one reason, to see the race. The racers came to their mark, determined, eyes forward. A little giggle interupted the silent intensity, and the competitors tookk off like...crippled giraffes. CLOP. CLOP. CLOP.

Needless to say, Cole was victorious. You try balancing 195 pounds on those flimsy cups, much less trying to walk, or run a race. But then again, we could all offer excuses on why we can not run the race.

You have a choice. You can throw in the towel, or you can use it to wipe the sweat off of your face. ~Gatorade


Daniel said...

Like crippled giraffes. If I had a nickel for every time I heard that expression. Did you at least make it a close race? You didn't embarrass the family name did you?

Rob said...

That's why I have vowed to only battle my kids in things I can win. No mercy. They need something to inspire to become and if they beat me at something then they think they have a one up on me. :)

Brian Miller said...

When you have a giggling little boy having that much fun, it's hard not to let him win. I could have checked him down the stairs to the basement and while I would have had the momentary pleasure of victory, I would have to sleep on the couch the rest of my days, and it would have ruined the moment.

Rob said...

Excuses excuses :)