He continues to crack me up with his "rocket leg" in soccer. He excelled when he played goalie in one of his games, managed to score a goal from mid-field and improved as a team player.
He was only able to truly race at one out of three of his meets due to feeling sick and the other being on a Sunday. We ate at Freddy's before his meet (I know, poor judgement on my end), but I justified it because Luke told me he was running the shorter distances. Well, at the meet, he decided to go for the mile. I was shocked and feeling so guilty about our choice of dinner! He ran it in a little over 8 minutes. He told me, "Yeah, I felt pretty good. I only gagged once!" Oh Luke, sorry bud. Mom fail for sure on that one.
I failed to take a pic of these teammates on the field, but they did have some pretty good laughs in our carpool to and from practices.
Emma and Myles supporting on the side lines.