The race started just fine - both kids doing great and having fun. Then it started raining. I decided to cut the 5K short because I didn't think we'd make it back if we didn't. I ended up pushing both girls in the stroller with the scooter wedged underneath. I ran, so mud splattered everywhere.
Right before we got to the finish line, Hannah (4) couldn't move any more - she was too wet. I tried to convince them both to run the last 10 feet, but I had to put Hannah in a stroller and we crossed that way:



They helped turn a sad, wet ending of a race to the most amazing day ever - both girls had won! They were do excited. Hannah asked me, "Why were they smiling and clapping at me?" I told her it was because she was a winner. "How did I win?" I laughed. "By finishing the race!" I had a blast.