Over the weekend we went go cart racing for Brandon's brothers birthday. At first I was going back and forth on deciding if I wanted to go because I would be going against guys and really i'm soooo not a racer. I really must have been in la la land because I did not expect what to happen. I was like a turtle compared to cheetahs. Seriously, no joke. All the guys were soooo fast and honestly it scared me to go fast because I really didn't want to flip or die. So everytime I saw a go cart coming I would kindly get out of their way (because they took it very very serious) and then here comes me slowly behind them. But my fastest time around was only 3 seconds slower than the fastest guy!
^^we had to wear these helmet protector things...soooo cute right?^^
^^my husband was such a little trooper he didn't even care to really race he just wanted to stay by me and protect me. (cutest thing ever!) Some random guy watching yelled get that girl in the red outta there. hahaha what a jerk. I was going really fast according to me.^^
And guess who came in last? ME! whaoooo. I was so very proud of myself. ha ha It was a fun experience and super thrilling. I probably will leave it to the guys next time but if you haven't done it I would highly recommend it!