What school isn’t hungry for great ideas for a fundraiser? Wrapping paper, candy, candles.
As a girl, one year I went door-to-door selling scented candles. Each time someone would buy one, I was like God bless you. Now I like scented candles as much as the next person — but frosted glass and pictures of sad-eyed puppy dogs? Guess you can never have enough of those.
Breaking ground and new vistas for fundraising, our local elementary school holds a 5K the weekend before Halloween. The Trick or Trot 5K and Fun Run.
They make a huge profit and create a fun family event for the community.
This year’s race was last Saturday.
You can tell by the photos that it was cold. Cold for us Georgia folks away.
It was a beautiful day. As any runner knows, standing around in the cold before a race might not be the most pleasant but cold temps make running the race all the better.
Trick or Trot co-organizer Stephanie Keener said that there were 455 race registrants for both one mile Fun Run and 5K.
That’s a great turn out for any local 5K.
Though the Fun Run wasn’t timed, the majority of attendees participated in the mile race. Adults and children running, walking or skipping the distance.
Keener said that 169 folks completed the 5K.
Here’s a list of the top 11 Over all finishers. I went all the way to number 11 to include the lovely Elizabeth Branch who was top finisher for the women. Woo.
1. Zach Massey
2. Alex Branch
3. Jeremy Craft
4. Jordan Hilsman
5. Kingsley Sitzmann
6. Dennis Sitzmann
7. Rodney Whitacker
8. Juan Rangel
9. Thomas Hume
10. Jim Branch
11. Elizabeth Branch
Below are the children of number 10 and number 11. So very cute and so very fast.
Like mom and dad.
Kate Branch (11) finished 2nd in her age group. Big brother Alex (12) finished 2nd Overall. AMAZING.
Trevin Peters (9) was the second place finisher in 4th grade. And second in his age group. AWESOME.
My son and I were signed up to run the 5K. As I stumbled to the coffee pot in the dark last Saturday, my mind was telling me to do the Fun Run because other than PE and rec league football, my 9 year old had not run any distance.
I discussed this with him and he agreed to the one mile.
We dressed. Bundled up in the car and headed to Rutledge where the race started.
As the car bumped over the train tracks out of town my son said, “Mom. I really want to run the 5K.”
I explained again how I didn’t think he was trained. Code for — you will have a meltdown half way through.
“Mom. I want to have a sense of accomplishment today, then wake up for my birthday tomorrow.”
What’s a mom to say to that?
Participating in an organized event and crossing the finish line is all about accomplishing something.
Never be discouraged — no matter your place. Everyone who completed the distance finished ahead of everyone who stayed in bed.
My son and I started the three miles and all was great till .87 miles when he asked if we were almost done.
That’s when I started pointing out the cows.
We got the to the turn around and I needed motivation for a nine year old who wanted to accomplish something.
But had forgotten that fact.
I reached in my sweatshirt pocket and felt some rolled up bills. Change from a twenty I broke earlier in the week.
As we walked along the asphalt, I pulled out the roll. “I will give you this money — no matter how much it is — if you finish without complaining.”
148. Joe Miles, 48:37.7
149. Jamie Miles 48:43.1
Keener said that she and her co-chair Kristi Fridell, worked great together in months of preparation before the big day.
“It was a lot of fun. A lot of hard work — but we were a great team.”
How much did the Trick or Trot raise for the school?
Are you ready?
The profit was over $11,000.
That’s a lot of wrapping paper.
Thanks so much to two very talented ladies.
Have you ever run — walked — a 5K with a child? Bribery or no.
“Where’s my bike pump?” I asked my husband after noticing both bike tires where flat.
“Oh. I took that to the office to pump up the cart tires.”
He took my bike pump to his office to pump up a dolley’s tires. Granted I hadn’t cycled in a year, but when I want to ride. I want to ride NOW.
“Call Joe,” my husband suggested.
After a few texts, I rode up and brought the pump back to mi casa rather than pump my tires up at Joe’s casa.
This turned out fortuitous because after I inflated both flat tires I came back outside to find . . .
Since the tire was fully inflated about 5 minutes ago, this can only mean one thing. A bad inner tube. Which can only mean one thing.
I need a new tube. And if I should find one in the house somewhere, I have to put it on my bike.
Now I have struggled through this before with the help of a cyclist on Twitter. A Good Samaritan biker tweeted me through replacing my tube — in less than 140 characters.
Take note of the chain grease all over my legs and all I had done was flip my bike to take off the tire.
All you pro-cyclists out there just remember — sticks and stones will mess the heck out of your spokes. And names will never hurt me.
With my tire fixed, I set off on a 25-miler.
On such a glorious day in such a glorious spot, I wondered why I pitch-a-b*tch about riding.
After taking this shot I rode up the hill to spy this.
And remembered why I pitch-a-b*tch about riding.
I’m a cyclist. A recovering triathlete.
Crocodiles on the swim. Rabid hounds on the run. Bridge out on the bike. No sweat.
Actually I took the detour and prayed that there wouldn’t be any crazy hound lurking. Nothing will break your spokes like legs that become entangled as you fall after being drug from your bike by a pack of coyotes.
When I finally got home I’d been gone a little under two hours.
A truly awesome two hours. I’m willing to bet it will be less than a year before I take my bike out again.
I keep my Valentine’s flag flying on the porch and all my love coffee mugs on my counter all 28 days.
This post is about a week late, but it is in keeping with my month long celebrate the red-construction-paper-heart feeling.
Last week, as room mom I helped out with the Valentine’s party in my son’s class.
His teacher traditionally does a pancake breakfast every year, so I agreed to bring my griddle and cook pancakes with her husband.
I thought it might be fun to do a craft. Which left me frantically searching Pinterest on the 13th. I settled on these guys because they looked Valentiney and something we could tackle in a few minutes.
I headed up to the Dollar Tree and found all my supplies. Now I’m not a craft maven so I don’t usually have the confidence to improvise but I saw these cute pencils with pink and red hearts on them. I thought they’d be more festive than the craft sticks.
At home, I put one together in a trial run.
It was perfect.
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We got to school early and helped set up the griddles. The students started arriving as did the other moms.
Our pancake batter was late so we decided to set up a craft station to manufacture my adorable pencils.
Except when I started taking out the supplies, it became clear that I left half of them at home. I only had one bag of eyes, one bag of hearts, one bag of candy, one bag of pipe cleaners and NO CUTE ADORABLE heart pencils.
Pooh. Pooh. And double pooh.
Never fear. We rounded up more pencils – the boring yellow kind — and I said a prayer that the supplies would last like the bible story of the little boy’s two fish and five loaves feeding the thousands.
My fellow room moms got to work.
While I searched for those danged pencils.
Yes, much to my amazement, the children excitedly crowded around and waited their turn to make a cute treat sans the cute pencil.
“I sharpened my butterfly,” Christian proudly told me.
They all ran over to the sharpener and sharpened their butterflies. They loved those danged things.
All I kept thinking about was how much cuter they would have been with the right pencils.
But you know what, it didn’t matter — they thought they were terrific.
It didn’t matter that Mr. Teacher’s Husband showed up an hour late because of a batter calamity.
We made pancakes.
Many were made and many were consumed. Along with bacon and orange juice.
You are going to break down on the side of the road and never see your children AGAIN glowing.
Well, nothing went wrong.
And my urgent “got to take it into the shop the next day” become — as long as it’s still running. I’ll keep driving.
Right now I could draw sappy conclusions to how that is with us. Our bodies. Pushing them onward, ignoring all the warning signs because the still function.
We still get the children to school on time. Remember the dentist appointments and soccer games. We’re at our desk by 8:29:30 a.m. and make it to the store every night to buy something for dinner.
The little irritations with our spouse that turn into I can’t live this way emotional chasms. The child who pulls away because that’s what teens do and then they start staying out later and later and you sleep with the phone resting by your ear all night long.
No. I won’t type those things because that is obviously tired and cliched writing.