So last night was my last Sunstroke 5k. It completely whipped me. I don’t know if it was the temperature or what, but I barely made it through, and I’m still feeling crummy today. I’ve never come as close to blowing chunks after a race as last night. But, last night was my favorite race. As I crossed the starting line I heard a little voice – “Go, Daddy, Go!, Go, Daddy, Go!”. Stella was cheering me on, unprompted by the adults she was with. She’s a cool bean.