It's not that I mind running. Nope, that's not it at all. It's just that I am so much slower than the children. I lag behind them something fierce. Then that weird, strange motherly instinct takes over and I about kill myself trying to run at their pace so I can keep them in my "line of sight". Nope, this was not going to turn out well. I'm pretty sure that throwing up and dying at the end of my husband's office race does not bode well for career advancement for him.
This year though my mother saved me. She arrived at our house a few days before we were to run. So thankfully on the day of the race she watched the two little ones and my husband was able to run with the older ones...thank the Lord above for that one. Then I could just run at my snail's pace without any worry and just enjoy running.
The morning was great...a little overcast and slightly humid. My husband and the older kids did great. Our oldest girl came in second in her age division and our oldest son came in fourth. My husband did great as well. He ran an incredibly fast pace which, of course, blew my pace out of the water. That's okay though, just as long as I didn't have to run that pace with the kids.
At the end of the 5k race, my husband's office sponsored a "little kids" race (basically it was a race across the parking lot). Man, oh man, was that cute to see. The two little ones ran in their age division. They loved it!
Next year, we are signing up Grandmom to walk in the race so that it's a complete family event. I'm positive she'll be up for that one...plus it's seven chances to win some of the door prizes. Fun, fun, fun!
|...before the race|
|...love, love, love this little one!|
|...such a wonderful picture|
|...notice who's in front...yep, that one's mine|
|...she was flying as well in her race (must have gotten her "running genes" from daddy)|
|...second place in her age division|
|...crazy about this one too!|