The Steelers 5K on Sunday (Sept. 2) sounded like a good idea when I registered my husband and kids for it in mid-August.

I was a little worried that it was a long drive on a Sunday morning the day after we were going to three -- count 'em three -- parties on Saturday, but I figured the kids could sleep on the way down. And, sleep they did for most of the ride. But, when they woke up, they woke up cranky and spent a good 1/2 hour fighting with each other in the back of the car (mental note: buy a bigger car or smaller car seats so I can fit between fighting sisters on future car rides).

This, combined with the fact that we were running late and still had to stop at Giant Eagle (outside Pittsburgh) to get breakfast bagels is what prompted me to tell my husband to get moving (i.e. speed up).

My husband is notorious for driving the speed limit. Dan...well, he's a man that just can't be rushed. He doesn't often get rattled. He doesn't do anything quickly and he cannot multi-task. He is the ying to my yang -- the calm in my storm.

But, in the face of squabbling children and a crabby wife who can't handle more than 90 minutes in a car, he sped up.

In the middle of turning around to yell at the girls, he blew by a state cop at 85 mph (in a 55 mph zone). Yeah...we were those people that you see go flying by the cop car on the highway and think..."what are they blind?" Yeah, sort of. Never saw him.

He saw us.

And, then what was a $35 5K ($15 for Dan, $10 for each kid) was now a $200 5K. The ticket, $167, was Dan's first speeding ticket ever. He was mortified.

And, of course, then we were really late.

Which turned out to be a good thing because there were no crowds at the registration tables by the time we got there at 9:15 a.m. (race started at 9:30).

All in all, the whole trip was a miserable experience. It was hotter than heck so I was sweltering in my sweatshirt and jean capris. We almost missed the kids race and I endured lots and lots and lots of whining from little girls were hot and tired and not the slightest bit impressed with Heinz Field.

On the drive home (at 65 mph, thank you), girls arguing and pinching each other all the way, Dan said "Just think, this is what it will be like for 7 days in Disney" (we're going to Disney in...gulp...10 days).

Which reminds me, I need to google a map to nearest liquor store to our Disney resort. They say when you are in Disney you should come back every afternoon and have the kids swim and take a nap. Dan & I are already referring to it as "Happy Hour."

At least we won't get any speeding tickets there. Nope, the fine folks at Disney will be handling all our transportation needs while we are their guests.

Here are a few photos from the race:

The girls with Steely McBeam -- the Steelers new mascot

My racers.

The closest we will ever get to the Heinz Field 50-yard-line again.