Peapod was faster. She ran a smarter race. The Esposo did not have to carry her on his shoulders at any time. She passed kids. She passed adults. She made me so proud it was almost embarrassing. She paced herself in the beginning and didn't turn on the turbo boosters till she had the finish line balloons in plain sight. Yeah.
The Edge made it the whole way without a single Peanut Butter Bumper.
He slumped less in the jogging stroller as you can plainly see by comparing
Fig 1: Santa Barbara State Street Mile June, 2011
... with Fig 2: Santa Barbara State Street Mile June, 2010.
See what a difference a year makes?
Plus this year, I did not stick myself even one time with the safety pins.
It rained.
The kids got medals.
We had brunch.
And our dog, Sapphira, turned 17 years old. Yes, really.
Happy birthday, you stinky, sweet old girl.
