Personal Best

This weekend, Sam ran the 1500 (that's a little shy of a mile) in 5 minutes/52 seconds. She almost doubled over with happiness that she broke the 6 minute mark. Considering the fact that it was 328 degrees outside, her happiness was amplified. Maybe she was imagining that she was running toward cooler weather.

After the race, I realized that her finishing time matches the same amount of time that I can eat an entire cake by myself. I'm kindof talented like that. And I don't even break a sweat. Like mother, like daughter.