(it's not what you think) (really, I promise)
First off, I just realized that I've blogged 5 of Hayley's birthdays. I've just hit my four year mark in blogging (well, earlier this month). I looked back at that eleventh birthday of Hayley's on my blog and she looked like such a little girl back then! My my my how she has grown.
Now on to racism.
As in race-ism. As in it's track season. As in Paul runs track. Therefore he races, therefore he is a racist. He's not racist, but he is A racist. Sort of like a cyclist, only without the bike.
I love over-explaining a joke. Note to Mike: thanks for thinking this one up.
Paul has run in two meets so far. In the first meet, he ran the 3200 m (2 mile) and WON IT. As in HE CAME IN FIRST. Out of all the racists. He says the race was so non-competitive, which explains why he won it. 10:50 for 2 miles, while that would kill me several times over and leave my ruined body in a dumpster, is fairly average for a high school track meet. But we'll take it. A win is a win.
Last night's meet he ran the 1600m (1 mile) and came in 3rd with a time of 4:49. Dang, is all I can say. I've taken longer getting from my bedroom to the kitchen (all of about 20 steps). His fastest time at the 1600m is 4:46; he hopes to go faster during this season. Mostly though, he will be running the 3200.
No pictures yet because I haven't gone to a meet yet. But I will.