Yesterday when I picked Mini-Husband up from school, his kind teacher's assistant pulled me aside.
"So, you ran your race yesterday, right?"
"Yes. Yes, I did."
"Mini-Husband told us that you told him you had won."
"Yes, Mini-Husband told us, 'Mommy ran her race yesterday and she said that she won, but I don't think so.'"
Guess there goes my attempt at trying to tell my kids I was a winner because I accomplished the goal I had set for myself and not because I had come in first.
Arguably, I was first in the category of female runners born in December, living in a small village that starts with 'S', and was wearing Hot Chilis long underwear tights. Unfortunately, the prize money for that first place finisher isn't really all that much.
A big 'thwap' of Typhon's paw and a chance to fill the water bowls isn't something all runners strive for.
Good thing I won then, eh?