The vast majority of this blog is dedicated to memorializing highlights in the family Jenkins — and specifically Father Jenkins (aka me). This St. Patrick’s Day, however, started as a bit of a low light. The family was all signed up to do the annual St. Patrick’s Day Dash — me in the real race, Reese and Finn in the Leprechaun Run. Unfortunately Finn had a rough evening before, which meant Rhonda had to stay home. No Rhonda meant no Reese because there would be no one to watch her while I ran.
So I still did the St. Patrick’s Day Dash.
The Seattle St. Patrick’s Day Dash is not an event one should do by ones self. I met up with Tom and Carrie at the Met Market to keep from being the race’s biggest loser, but they were small consolation to missing Reese and Finn.
Fortunately the day got better thereafter.
After I got home Reese and I ran a lap around Laurelhurst Park, a .44-mile track that served as her personal Lephrechaun Run. Then the family had brunch with Tom, Carrie, Tamir and Mo at Sand Point Country Club.
All and all not a bad day considering the start.