I wonder if this can happen in many other cities. (If you can not tell, every single person out that night was wearing Steelers clothing, children included)
The old neighborhood packed into our van, yeah I drive a van-it's awesome.
GUEST COMMENTARY BY TRENT: 

Well, after a pretty quick almost 3 miles, here is our winner. I know that all the women in the neighborhood were so proud! They should all go on Oprah and talk about just how inspiring this all was. 

Trent finished 4th which isn't quite as respectable, but good for a man of his, how shall I say, stature? Hey, at least it was better than last! Sorry John, had to rub it in until Labor Day when you will no doubt lay the hammer down on me. Olivia told me later that night that she wanted me to win and was disappointed in my finish, but I told her that I met my three goals: 1.) To finish, 2.) to finish without walking, and 3.) to finish without dying.
And so it ended, everyone stumbling around in a grog of delirium - some from drinking the sweet cup of victory, others just wandered around trying to remember why we did this in the first place. It kind of ended how it began I guess, only this time there wasn't any alcohol. (Well, that I know of. John is sneaky that way.) Pam was still quiet, but I saw more than one smile creep across her face and even she couldn't resist rubbing it in that her treadmill training paid off big time. There is a new sheriff in town... Until next Labor Day, that is.


The whole reason we went to San Diego, for Trent to pick up all theses awards. Seriously, I felt unworthy next to him. I had no idea he was so good at his job. I only cared about the pay check. I know, I'm a great wife, but this was great to see him recognized for his work. He got the competition's top prize for all entries and those champagne glasses are all awards also, in case you were wondering.