A lap child held firmly by a parent doesn't result in second- or third-degree burns like an unsecured pot of coffee.

I moved him around a little bit on the last lap, but for third place, I didn't want to mess him up. He was doing what I would have done.

Probably with 350 meters left of the last lap he made a turn to get ahead of third and held on to it and finished.

I was never a child who was sitting on his lap.

When you're a parent you find yourself looking at the unknown that is your child, trying to find a piece of yourself inside her, because sometimes that is what it takes to claim.

The unfortunate thing is I think Greg was a lap down, ... I don't really understand why he held up Jimmie first and then held me up and kept both of us from having a chance to close in.