So I tried to convince my boys that running was fun. No luck. Saturday morning I tried a different angle: medals. The thought of winning a medal struck my 7 year old Christopher. Once he gets set on something there's no stopping. We all got up early on a cold October Saturday and drove to the starting line. The race was a 1/2 mile kids run prior to a small town 5k. My 9 year old decided he wanted in as long as he was going to be there.
We signed the boys up and they gave us their finisher medals ahead of time. I told them that they didnt get them until they finished. They were getting excited! About 50 kids joined the race. Ready, set, go! They used a real starter gun (which may have been the highlight for Christoper). 1/4 mile out and 1/4 mile back. They started off together, but I could only see Jonathan coming back. Jonathan finished number 8, which he blamed on his shoes (Having an excuse for your poor performance makes you an official runner in my book). Christopher was walking back because he was bored, but as soon as he saw mommy, he sprinted into action.
The race is over right? Nope Nicky, the 4 year old, after seeing his brothers insisted that he wanted to win too. Even though he wasnt a sanctioned participant, I ran with him down to the end and we came back together. As he crossed the finish, Jonathan took his medal and put it on Nicky and said "you won, you won!". It was great to see that come out in him. As tempted as I was to join the 5k for fun, I wanted to keep that day about the boys. I hope that it sticks!
As for me, I ran 6 miles yesterday nice and slow. It was terribly hard, but hopefully it was the kick I needed to get back into a training schedule and out of recovery. So this week is the beginning of my tougher training schedule. We'll see how it goes!!!
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