When my sisters and I were in middle school my Dad decided that it was important that we have high self esteem. So every morning he would wake us up at 5:30am and we would meet outside of our rooms and he would make us yell together, "I'M A WINNER! I'M A WINNER! I'M A WINNER" I'm serious. We really did this. Of course we hated it at the time. We whined and complained, but eventually grew to love it. And I have great memories of it and really feel like it taught me a life-long lesson.So a few years ago we started the tradition of running a 1/2 marathon on Thanksgiving morning in honor of the old I'm a winner days. My mom even made us all "I'm a WINNER" sweatshirts one year. Ty even got a sweatshirt because he ran the whole thing with no training that year.
So with Betsy on her mission, Heidi in Virginia and everyone else with knee excuses, it was just me and Dad this year. My 54 year old Dad basically dragged me through the run, but was beautiful and fun and I survived.