That Cheddar was Challenging!

Jesse would like this story to be inspiring, heartfelt, a little sad, but still have a happy ending so we will see what I can do.

On an overcast morning, a wife awoke before the alarm after a restless nights sleep. You would think she had been the one preparing for a race , but in fact it was her husband who would be stuggling for air today. After quickly getting the chitlens ready, the car was loaded and they were literally off to the races. Nervous chatter filled the air as they approached their destination, Toledo. A mecca for running, some would say, a perfct place for the husabnd to run and race his first 5k. Knowing he had a big event approaching the next weekend, the husband needed a good yardstick to measure against and was desperately hoping for around 23:00 min. But a foolish slide into second base had hurt his ankle and the husband was worried how it would affect his performance. Would he be able to overcome the pain? There were other friends among the runners, could he perform under pressure? He sized up the competition, nothing to stiff looking. Would he get overconfident?

As the fire engine sounded and his heart raced faster, his feet began to take off beneath as he lead with the front of the group. Up, and up he climbed. Steady hills lay before him, as did a girl. Would a chick defeat this warrior? How many others would cross the line first? The husabnd was pushing himself while the wife was pushing the rambuctious children around in the stroller, desperate to keep them entertained till a familiar face came to the finish line. By minute 21:00 2 runners had already finished and the wife heard the announcement, "Here comes the first girl." Oh, no! She thought. He will be beat by a girl, sad. As she strode across the line another male quickly followed. That made 4. Her eyes were glued to the hill. Watching for what would come over it. Then she saw it. A lime green wonder. The husband, pounding the pavement, too fast to even get a great finishing picture. And the time...22:29! The husband was ecstatic! He had made his goal, survived the race, and had only been beat by one girl. As he accepted his gleeming white ribbon for 3rd place in his division and watched other friends cross the line, he looked forward to the next weekend's Chelan Man where he would truly be testing himself. As for the wife, she was sad not to be running, but more than happy to be cheering on her hubby and she was super proud of him.


Clarissa, Traci, and Brook ready to go

Jesse all amped up to go

Jesse finishing the race in stellar fashion, but I missed him actually crossing the line.

The always great, rgith after the race exhausted pic

Clarissa, Brook, and Traci finsihing althought they don't look too exhausted!

Stacie was there, but she did the way thougher 8 miler, way to go! Peyton helped cheer on a lot of people at the finish line.

The RACERS!