You wouldn't know it to look at me, but I have a talent for sprinting. Not running as in long distances, but sprinting. Readysetgo and I'm off like a shot.
So there we all were, all six, at the park by our house. Gunnar wanted to have a race around the wooden edging surrounding the play area. The kids were surprised when I lined up with them, and gave each other dubious looks. Heh heh heh, I thought, bring it on baby.
Tyler was our caller, "On your mark... get set... GO!!"
Imagine the kids' shock when I shot past them all and they actually had to exert themselves to catch up to me! Gunnar quickly caught up and I shot him an evil grin, Ardan right on our heels. As we rounded the second-last corner, the boys were too busy elbowing each other to notice that I took the inside of the curve. The look on their faces as they realized I was in the lead, again!
At that point, Ardan decided to be a brat and cut across the sand. "Cheater!" I yelled at him. Gunnar took advantage of my distraction and squeaked past me just before we crossed the finish line.
They just couldn't believe it! I had almost won! And of course I just had to gloat that their 30 year old MOM kicked their boyish asses. So yeah, I think their opinion of me just shot wayyy up.
2 comments:
I also am a sprinter Beau. I don't do the long distance running thing. It's lame!
Hey, let's have the two girls sprint at our next FD. Hey, that's tonight!
Hag.
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