Thanksgiving morning, our family headed out for a 5k.  Charlene had plans to run it with our oldest son and I would walk a mile with our two younger sons.  Perfect balance.  Race day success.

Enjoying the stroll with my kids, at about 40 minutes into the mile walk, I came to the much delayed realization that we had missed the turn.  Either that or we were walking the slowest mile ever.  Guess we were now committed to the whole 5k.

Toward the end (or close to what I assumed was the end), we passed a bakery.  I suggested to my kids that we stop for a snack.  After all, when would we travel down this road again?  Maybe never.  Fine justification, David.  My boys looked as if they were having trouble marrying the idea of a 5k fitness event and a stop for doughnuts.  Ha!  No such conflict in my world.

Heading out with our snacks, I was surprised to find my wife and eldest son.  They had completed the race thirty minutes ago and could not find us.  Giving it a quick thought, they figured they would look for us at the bakery.

Humph.  It appears as if reputations are fast.  They even follow you to the end of a 5k.