Especially when they’re four.
Seriously! There was a Dad and his four-year old daughter doing the sprint/walk thing right around me for the entire race. I’ve learned to not focus on the people passing me. I would make myself crazy thinking about the people more overweight than I am, or older, or carrying inhalers. Some people are faster. Period. I just learned to not think about it. But a four-year old? Passing me FIVE TIMES? Bah. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t trying to pass her when I sprinted to the finish line. Unfortunately, she was sprinting too and she left me eating her dust. Damn kids.
Here are other pics from the weekend that don’t involve me cursing out pre-schoolers.