1 mile

This past weekend was the Knoxville marathon. The day before they held a 1 mile run for kids. Parents were welcome to join them. Carter turned up his nose a little to just ONE mile. (He is dying to try a marathon, seriously. If we said yes, he would have tried to run it. He was sure he could do it. Which is totally Carter) But when we found out that they would be ending their one measly mile running into Neyland Stadium and the finish line was the 50 yard line, he was more interested. And so was Allen. And so was Allen's dad, Grand dad. So, Carter ran on his own with me and Mimi there to pick him up. Allen and Jared ran together. And Grand dad and Claire (yes, Claire!) "ran" together. Grand dad walked and let Claire run to the next balloon marking the way and would wait for him and then go to the next. There is nothing cuter than Claire running across the football field while wearing a runners bib and a huge smile. The pictures are good, but I wish I had video.

the boys and the cure

For the second year, Carter and Allen ran in the Susan G. Comen 5k race for the cure. This year Allen recruited Jared to run with him, so he wouldn't have to try and keep up with Carter. I think he got a little embarrassed last year when Carter kept looking/running backwards saying "come on dad!" Carter ran with a friend from his CC team and they finished in 24 minutes. Jared surprised us and never stopped running even though according to Allen he had a few hard moments. He and Allen ran in 31 minutes. Claire and I went to cheer them on and to collect Carter when he finished. We saw many people there-Carter's whole CC team, the Sextons, the Kahs, Kacey Jackson, and Allen's best friend from high school whose wife is a breast cancer survivor. It was a fun morning. I was very proud of all my boys. Especially Allen who HATES running but endures it to do something with his sons. He is a good dad.