Unbelievable that our family did our first 5K Thanksgiving Turkey Trot. I didn't think it could happen because all the males in the family do not like to run. But since I run so much, I guess it raised some interest. Every time I come home from running, the boys would take turn asking me how many miles. When I answered, they would always say, "Wow!" Now that Daddy also completed his 10K, I think the boys are more open to running. J actually was the first to volunteer to run this race with me. C came along just because of the pressure that everyone is doing it. I wanted to train them but with all their activities it was hard to. But I did take them out to run a few times before the race. C was nervous the whole time thinking that he will die. I was very thankful that my sister came along with us. She has always been supportive of my running and now want to be there for the boys' first run. With my sister there, there is one adult per child. So I ran with C, my sister ran with J, and H took care of K because she needed to be carried. I forgot to set my speedometer at the beginning, so I didn't know how far we ran. Through the course, C kept telling me that he is dying and that he needed to stop. I kept telling him that he can do it and that he didn't even run the distant that he did the other day yet. I continued to run on and C didn't want to fall behind because he didn't want to loose me. So he tried to keep up. Before we knew it, we were close to the finish line. J and my sister were in front and finished sooner than us. I am so proud of the boys. I sure hope that this is the beginning of a life time of healthy physical activities for them.
