Race for the Cure 2012

It was the annual Race for the Cure this last weekend in Salt Lake and there couldn't have been a prettier day to have this race.

For the past four years the Bellamy Clan donned tutus and became team Tutus for Tatas. Apparently we created such a strong fashion statement that others began to copy our idea and by last year there was even someone who decided our team name was awesome and needed to be shared. So with tutus becoming the thing to run in we decided it was time to change our name.  

Thus team Buccaneers for Boobies was born.   There were new shirts, pirate bandannas, pirate tattoos, pirate hates, pirate earnings, and pink pirate eye patches. With everyone dressed Saturday morning we drove to trax and then headed down to Library Square. 

I was impressed with my niece Sophie and her ability to keep the bandanna on her head. Matty's lasted for a few minutes then that was that.

We headed to the start of the race. All but one of us did the one mile. It was just easier with all the strollers and kids.  These two little boys decided to hold hands most the way. I love that they are such good friends.

These older boys did not hold hands the whole way, but I am sure they would have if they each didn't have their own stroller to push.

The girls decided they were going to walk/run the one mile and we were able to run about 3/4s of the route. It was a lot of fun and all three have decided that they want to train to run the 5k next year.

Waiting back at the starting line for everyone to come back.

Matty loved being outside and seeing all the people. He was a good little boy even if he didn't get his nap in.

Everything ended at Library Square where the vendors were. We used this time to snap some family shots.

On the way over to our picture James scrapped his knee, poor little tyke.

The kids had a lot of fun playing in the water.

One thing that was different this year is people were stopping us to take our picture. I found it amusing how many people wanted to have a snap shot of pirates that were in no way related to them. But it was good. Some even hopped in the picture with us.  Of course taking a picture of all 19 of us turned out to be a big adventure. Most of them ended up with one parent or another trying to calm a crying child or another child looking off in the distance.  

We had a great time though and I was glad that we did it. We were there for those that no longer can walk for themselves and that will trump anything else.