Second... if you live in or near Cedar Rapids, Iowa, and have done some races in that area, please e-mail me!!! Thanks!
And now to the race recap... be prepared for some serious proud mom syndrome!!!
First up was my mini-me, Paige. She was registered for the 100m dash. Can you see how thrilled she is???
Immediately after finishing with Paige, I handed her off to my dad and headed over to get Lily and run her to the other side of the track. Lily lined up for the 200m dash. She wanted to do it on her own. She knew where the finish line was. I told her I would run on the grass on the inside of the track so I could stay with her. The gun went off and my little girl BOLTED.
Next up was Patrick who was signed up for the one-mile run. He said he was going to run it on his own, but when he saw the amount of people lined up, he decided he wanted me to run along with him. I had a backpack and a video camera, so I had to figure out how to run it to my dad near the finish line and get back in time to start with 5 minutes to go. With perfect timing, though, RR was coming over from the expo to watch Patrick run his race... so she was amazing and took my backpack so I could run. We were off, and you could tell who had a runner mom... because we all kind of stayed together giving the same speech - "slow and steady... don't worry, those kids that sprinted out will run out of gas and we'll pass them by 3/4 mile". We stayed with the same group of people almost the entire time. At 1/2 mile, there was a water stop. What??? Patrick eyeballed it, and mommy said "NO!" Once I pointed out how many people we would pass while they drank water, he was all about continuing on. By the way, it was hot that day. Sun blazing... over 80 degrees. We continued on - slow and steady. The final 150m was on the track, so I started to psyche Patrick up... I told him that when we hit that track we were going all out. He told me that he couldn't go any faster, that he was too tired. I told him that now was the time to suck it up for 30 seconds and ignore the pain and just go for it. I told him that he had more in him than he thought, and he could do it. And when that boy's feet hit the track, the kid went blazing. I was having trouble keeping up as he sprinted, but I did. After he hit the finish line, I was super proud... and you know what? Patrick wouldn't speak to me. He was so mad at me for telling him he "had to sprint" that last 150m that he wouldn't talk. But he did it. He rocked it. His last mile race was 13:06... this time, he completed the race in 10:40 (he's 8). Not bad, little dude... not bad at all!!!!
Those are some blinged up kids! And one proud mommy took that photo!!!