Garry led the way and I stayed with Macey. It was only her second time on a bike. We started off strong but slow -- a jogger passed us. That was a low moment.
This was our turn-around point -- two miles down the trail. I had to pull up my pants because they kept getting caught in the chain. This is where the smiles ended. We just pushed it too far and on Mile 3 and Mile 4 Emma and Macey mutinied and got off their bikes, saying they were done. Well, we're on a trail . . .you've got to keep going until we get to the van! Molly screamed and screamed (she hated the trailer) and Emma caught a second wind and joined another family who were setting a better pace for her!
That left me with Macey, screaming and crying as she pedaled. Her legs hurt. Her tummy hurt. I may have told my three-year-old to push on through the pain -- I can't remember, it's all a blur. But, we made it! And after she was done and in the van, Macey said she had a great time!