Ella and Viv, along with neighborhood pals, Jackson and Will ran The Race that's Good for Life on Sunday morning. Race organizers divided the boys and girls so that they could cheer each other on. The start line for Ella and Viv was a hive of activity. You can see Ella giving Viv a pep talk above. My camera and I moved further down the course so that I could escape bodily injury. Parents jockeying for position, deafening cheers for their little ones. Ella was able to maneuver her way through the waves of pink. We locked eyes and smiled around 75 meters. At 100 meters she suffered a small setback, tripped, fell, but recovered with ease. Several minutes into the race and Viv was nowhere to be found. My eyes were frantically searching for her red Sauconys. Who's idea was this to set a hundred children free? Run, kids, run! I had visions of the evening news coverage..."Stampede!", "Amber Alert!". It turns out Viv didn't even make it across the start line. She stood their crying until our neighbor scooped her up. I don't blame her. What was this madness we signed up for? Thankfully tears dried up as fuschia participant ribbons were passed out.
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