Running Out of Gas

I having been nonathletic for most of my life, could not help but laugh when my two youngest girls found out they loved running. I tell them we are going to have to race there little faces light up. And apparently they like winning. 

Many summer evenings our little clan is at the park behind our apartments. These little guys run me ragged. I love when I tell Madeline that the finish line is the fence. Then as soon as she gets there she keeps going. Without fail she always pushes through.

My own style is much like Zoe's pose with the sun glasses. Nice and chill. I loved wining when I was young too. I would play card games with my grandma. But oddly, she was fiercely competitive. To be honest I don't remember beating my grandma very often. Perhaps that is why I relax so much now, I am use to getting trounced :-). But who knows, perhaps I will pick up running, if I don't run out of gas first.