I am one proud Mom today. Boy O finished his first 5k (3.1 miles) race! Not only did he finish, but he didn't stop once and finished first in his age group of 6 other kids, not to mention that he passed quite a few kids older than himself (including adults) as well.
Signing him up was no big deal, the flyer came home about seven weeks ago and I thought it would be neat if we could all participate and run as a family. We were all fired up and made a plan to train 3 days a week until race day. It sounds ideal right?
It was harder than I thought. There was no doubt in my mind that my son could do this, after all-he had run 2 miles with me just one year ago and has been known to bike ahead of me for up to 10 miles while I run. He's no slouch. The thing that I failed to account for was the attention span of a six year old versus the attention span of two competitive adults (aka his parents). Some days were frustrating and some days we managed to remember that he is only just 6 years old, doesn't care about a steady pace and would much rather spend his energy and thoughts hopping from from rock to rock, high-fiving the branches above him and racing down the hills at break neck speed.
In seven weeks of training Boy O managed to log in 25 miles in preparation for this morning. He kept track by adding 1 bead per mile to a necklace he kept for himself. Not too shabby.
Race day packets are like goodie bags in this family...who doesn't love endless brochures, magnets, key rings and other junk?
Just before we left for the starting line.
Boy O, all smiles after the race and one proud, tired mom. It's hard to keep up now...
A few hours later at the awards ceremony and a typical response to, Hey everyone, look at the camera!