Brought the kids for their first run yesterday. Wait, they’ve obviously ran before and they do it all the time at home but I’m referring to the kind of run with lots of people and cool T-shirts and a proper number tag and medals and all that.
The husband has done several of these sorts of runs but I’ve never been inclined to join him because I generally start to feel faint after running about a hundred metres.
So when we heard about the Cold Storage Kids Run, I didn’t particularly fancy the idea of running with hundreds of other parents in the sweltering heat but he somehow managed to talk me into joining the parent-child 800m Fun Run. It was “for the kids” apparently.
It was so cute that the kids were really excited, especially Truett, who’s in this competitive phase right now. The moment the race started, he took off and sprinted down the track without even looking back.
Good thing the husband was his tag-team partner because Kirsten and I took our own sweet time and did the leisurely walk that pregnant women and small babies are entitled to. Halfway through the race, baby girl started looking all exhausted and miserable but I was so proud that she powered on and shuffled her way to the finish line.
Here’s my little champ looking mighty pleased with his first medal ever. Never mind that it was only for participation and shaped like a fruit. He loved it so much that he couldn’t stop admiring it for the rest of the day, beaming every time he looked at it and showing it off to everyone who who would listen.
I guess I’m still not a fan of running but looking at how much they enjoyed it, we’ll probably be doing this a lot more. The next round, we might even try swapping run partners.