Who's gonna win, gonna win, gonna win? The grown ups ran a 5K and the kids ran around the block with Grandma Judy and Grandpa Bob. Max was just all ready to get started.
Ready, set, go!
Cashes dashing
Hurray!
I believe my children have inherited the Rosy Cheek Curse when it comes to exercising. It may not sound so bad, but listen to this. . . . once in college, I was jogging around the track in the Smith Field house in my BYU issue, feeling good, and a cute guy stopped me and asked if I was going to be alright--he pointed out that my face was bright red and suggested that maybe I stop running. I told him that's how I always look when I run, cause it is, and then I ran home, not wanting to show my bright red face in the Smith Field House any more that day. That's my story.
Gold Medalists!
Wow, what a fun time! There were prizes--I won a whole box of fruit snack all for myself. And water bottles for everyone. And a yummy lunch together after. I like imagining the 20th annual Cash Dash--it's gonna be a fun group! Thanks Grandma Judy and Grandpa Bob!
