Finish Line Party

Merrick has a very, ahem, competitive attitude. To the extent of being a sore loser. If he ever loses a game he will promptly accuse the winner of cheating, pout, or say he is never playing that game again...sometimes all of the above. I have no idea where he gets this attitude from. ;) Anyway...I've realized that he also loves to race. (I'm not even going to pretend I don't know where that comes from.) This has been something that has definitely come in handy. (Won't eat his dinner? I'll race you. *Dinner disappears* Won't clean his room? Race your sister to pick up the most toys. *Room gets clean.* I'm no idiot. I'll take what I can get.)

Lately I've been able to enjoy a lot more outside running. (I've logged many a mile on the treadmill just because the YMCA will watch my kids while I run. Heavenly.) A combination of the weather and Billy's weird schedule have just magically worked out for this border collie to hit the road. One of my favorite parts about this new development, aside from the fact that running in this weather is nothing short of a gift from God (I know, I know, not everyone sees it quite that way. Haha), is the welcome I get when I come home. After an hour of working hard and winding down, Hillsong in my ears and hills under my feet; to hear their little voices cheering as I come down our sidewalk, and often Merrick's "I'll race ya, Mom!", well I can't think of a better finish line party. :)