The Big Race

As I'm sure you all recall, Rock has recently been training for a big race.  Athletes are creatures of routine, and Rock is no different.  The day before the race he got dressed in his best business suit and held meetings with his sponsors, handlers and donuts procurers. 

 After getting dressed like this he informed his manager (DeAndra) that he had an important meeting with Grandpa Dale at the store.

 After all the rituals, routines and training were done it was finally time for the big race!  Manson had a Frosty Fun Run this morning for their winter festival called Trax.  DeA wants me to emphasize that he got himself dressed for the race in his 'running race clothes'.

 Ryker wore a full bodysuit for better wind resistance.

 Rock took off like a shot and ran the entire course, a whole 1K!  I couldn't believe it, mostly because the course felt closer to a half mile than it did to 1000 miles, but who am I to argue with race organizers?

 He would stop at times to fix his socks, but otherwise ran the entire race.  He was pretty tired when he got into the cool-down van.

 "I'm number one!!"

 Ryker also ran pretty much the whole route, minus about 50% of it.  He walked with DeA and with how fast Rock was going I didn't get a good picture of Ryker.  But here he is with his 'water bottle trophy' that Rock think they both won.

 As a little post-race tradition (because all traditions start somewhere, right?) we took the boys for Happy Face pancakes at the Apple Cup.

  They really enjoyed their recovery chocolate milks.

After breakfast Ryker crashed in the car, so DeA took Rock to the ice skating rink while I 'babysat' Ryker on the couch.

Rock wore himself out quite a bit, so he recharged with canned and real oranges.  You can tell from his smile that he was struggling with energy.

Ryker was also pretty burned out, despite his nap.  He kept playing on the floor without doing a lot of movement.

Coming soon: The Rail Jam!