Luke woke up this morning with fire in his belly. I had already been up for a few hours, and the coffee had kicked in. But Luke didn’t need coffee.
He was kind of driving me crazy, to be honest. I’m already feeling a bit on edge with ask the tasks piling up. Then, I decided not to work out in order to get some work some, so I was already in a touchy place when the screeching began. And the jumping around.
Needless to say, I was glad when he and I left for the Junior Dillo race at Auditorium Shores. We parked about 20 min before his heat was scheduled to begin, only to realize his race tag was at home on the kitchen counter.
Color me not amused.
Cooler heads prevailed, and after calling Andy who insisted the race people would help, crisis was averted when Luke for a replacement tag.
We had a great run. There was a lot of excitement in the air, and it was infectious.
Luke kept a great pace. He loves sprinting, so he would take off, slow down to catch his breath, then take off again. I cheered him on along the whole mile, and I even tried to distract him by pointing out stuff up ahead so he wouldn’t think about being tired as much.
I have no idea when we crossed the finish line. I guess the race people didn’t enter his new tag number, because his name wasn’t among the results. (Bummer.) But we had fun anyway.
I do have one beef with the race. Guess who was a sponsor — Whataburger. The fast food chain provided the food after the run, and it wasn’t fruit.
It was cinnamon buns. With icing.
You can imagine my amusement.
Despite the sugary madness post-race, I’m so glad we went, and I’m so proud of my Luke.