Hot Cross Crouton Classic

I know I'm still to post the details of my marathon run but .......... today was another race. I think the organisers had some other name for it.

We have marked this one on the calendar for some time and the lead up had been calculated and thorough. "Clare, what was you preparation"? ...... "I did skipping and ran up and down the street a few times" .... Andrew went on bike rides.

So we lined up and were soon belting down the first K of the 3K route. I must admit I was a little concerned when Clare's face went red and she looked like she did the day I decided they would be OK for an 8K ride in the heat of summer, without water, climbing the big hills along the day ............. I got it wrong that day.

It was not the same today .... the little troopers responded to every challenge and after regaining breath would surge from time to time until the finish line was insight.

First Andrew ........ I suggested the big sprint finish and 300m out gave him the word .... not yet dad! ....... 200m .... now? ... not yet dad! .... 50m and off he shot for a well deserved chocolate egg waiting at the end.

Then it was Clare's turn who was not far behind ....... I imagine it could be a little annoying having dad one step behind talking up the last 100 metres or so .... but with momentum and poise we crossed the line together.

I'm so proud of these guys ..... especially for not giving up time and time again through the run.

And what tops it off, they told me it was fun.