So you have heard of the song..."Just what makes that little ol' ant, think he can move a rubber tree plant"...(yada,yada)? Well, yesterday I was the ant and the rubber tree plant was the road. Let me start from the beginning.

I made a family decision that we were going to run the course for my up-and-coming race, Joggin for the Noggin. After many protests from the boys, I chucked them into the car with the jogging stroller - (yes, I am freakishly strong) - and demanded that we drive to the start line. We get the jogging stroller out, I plant Jack in there and yell "GO!" and we start running. What happened next will go down in family history as one of the worst runs that could possibly happen.

It starts raining, no...POURING. But we are still running. Now out of pure stubborness I will not allow us to go back. Glen just bought a new pair of shoes and he is soaking. Jack, my tough little monkey, is not only drenched but curled up in a little ball to avoid any further water damage. But we are still running. And now Jack has become some kind of brain-child because he is telling us which way to turn on the course AND he is right. (That was kind of funny.)

BUT....just like that the rain stopped, within 5 minutes, and the sun comes out. We were only 5 blocks into the adventure and all that happened. So life is good, right? WRONG! In an effort to support TEAM McGRAW, I am proudly wearing my red, COTTON Team McGraw t-shirt. (Kevin Leathers...don't say a word that I have cotton on.)

And by the way, did I mention the sun was out?  It was BLAZING out and the humidity was at about 250%.

But we are still running....then the song pops into my head and for at least 5 minutes I felt like I owned the road, master of Joggin for the Noggin, running fashionista with cotton on. Then, I tuckered out. The anxiety of ensuring my family's safety and well-being just got the best of me. In reality, it was the cotton, moisture, humidity and that stupid little ant that was in my head. We made it through the course. Glen finished first with Jack, who had fallen asleep as a defense mechanism.

And me, well, let's just say that I finished strong because I knew that next time that darn rubber tree plant was going down.