Running Your First Race
September 29, 2011 § 1 Comment
Dear Little Bird.
Your first ever cross-country meet! I’m not sure you realized what you were getting yourself into when you agreed to run the race. In fact, I didn’t fully understand it myself!
The invitation included all elementary students but you were the only kindergartner there. Represent! And you were the smallest, teensy-tiniest one too. One look at you with all of the other kids and my heart nearly burst with pride.
I thought the race would be a simple lap around a track. It turned out to be a 1/2 mile trail through the woods. Hills, trees, spider webs, exposed roots, oh my! Your dad and I were slightly concerned. So dad volunteered to hang out along the trail to keep an eye on
you all the kids.
The race was two laps but when you came around that first time you were on auto-pilot to make it to the finish line. As you raced by with your eyes glued to the finish line you didn’t even blink when I shouted for you to go around again. You just picked up the pace and ran as quickly as you could to those colorful triangle flags.
You were so unassuming that no one even noticed you crossed the line, except for Uncle Aaron and I cheering our silly selves hoarse.
Your comment to me as soon as you crossed the line? “Mom, that was hard.” And then off you ran to the swings to do what really mattered – showing off your leg-pumping skills on the swing set.