On Saturday, Matt ran the Gasparilla 5k in Tampa. Though it felt more like a central NY Turkey Trot. It was coooooooold. And rainy. And generally not the time for men to wear muscle shirts and shorts higher than mid-thigh. Yuck-O. Unfortunately, they wore them anyway. I suppose when you run three miles in fifteen minutes you have the right to wear anything you want.
My sporty husband ran it in just over 24 minutes, which I thought was good with the training schedule he kept of one day on, twelve days off.
Emma didn't really appreciate being wheeled around in the rain and cold, but she did like Daddy's medal.