Okay, in the event Cassie and I are sent home, I'm making a change to the PT regiment back at HQ. From now all units will be made to chase a sugar-high toddler down the course within record time.
My daughter's a month away from turning two years old and yet I swear to whichever higher power listening, that girl's the embodiment of the roadrunner. The only times I'm able to get her to slow down is when she's eating and sleeping.