Who’s three feet tall and can run a one mile Fun Run in fourteen and a half minutes?
Be afraid. Be very, very afraid.
Who’s almost seven years old and proved that even while stressing herself to the max over defending her 10th place finish in last year’s Fun Run, can still shave more than a minute off of her time and run like a champ?
Wait…look harder…look for the nervous energy… There she is.
The one who finished her mile in nine minutes and 25 seconds.
And who’s the mama who embarrassed herself by leaping over the spectator tape, chasing her daughter down and encouraging her to “run faster! beat those girls! beat those girls!” as she tried (unsuccessfully) to jockey her way into another top ten finish in the last several meters?
I haven’t a clue.
I most certainly don’t know any women who would behave in that fashion. Why do you ask?