I think we all like to be winners...in whatever we do, right? My Guy got up at the crack this morning to run in a local race. He's very happy with his results as noted above. And I am happy FOR him. You see, he must run. He just must. Years ago, when #1 Son was around 10, we were all in a sporting goods store. Father's Day was around the corner and boy comes running up to me: "Mom, Mom...I found the perfect shirt for Dad."
I abhor the "s" word. And my goodness, he was only 10. I
Here is that shirt. 17 years later!!!!