So in March we started "training" for our mile. She immediately hated it. She complained she didn't know how long a mile really was. She confessed she really only wanted a t-shirt and a medal. Too bad so sad. I told her we already paid and signed up so we are doing it and giving it our best!
Could I have said fine let's just walk? Yes. Could I have chalked it up to a donation and backed out. Of course. But I chose to see this as one of those "teaching moments" we parents always hear about and therefore we ran a mile most days when she got home from school....even if she had already run at school because mama still needed to train! Some days we breezed through it, especially if friends or neighbors joined us, because she liked the healthy competition and easily ran the whole way no complaint. Some days though we needed Jesus. Or just one of his miracles. Some days there were 30mph Oklahoma winds, we were tired, hangry and no amount of knock knock jokes or pig latin practice could get her to smile. One fateful day she cried the entire time and I thought someone might think I was trying to kidnap her.
Most of the time though if I validated her annoyances by letting her know that I too in fact hated to run everyday, BUT I let my daughter talk me into it and if we try anything in life we give it our best....then she would come around and it would be all over in 10 min or less.
Taking her to the memorial site and explaining the reason behind the yearly marathon each year raised a lot of questions in her mind and as the day grew closer she got a bit more excited...even if it was just because we didn't have to train anymore!
We laid out our race gear the night before so we wouldn't be scrambling at 6am. Although we were supposed to wear school shirts to represent John Rex she REALLY wanted to wear the race one so of course I caved.
Some of the kiddos running from her school. (she's kind of under the x)
There were thousands of people all around but the safety precautions in the kids area were pretty amazing. She had fun at the line up and we took off at the count down!
Posing with her P.E. teacher.
Starting line selfie!
Cooling down afterward with the snacks provided in the kiddie corral
There was lots to do in the kids area after the race, but she was in a hurry for daddy to pick us up so we could make it to church. I was about to feel even more proud of her, but then she let me know she really needed a donut from church! Haha! I let her wear her shirt and medal....with a skirt of course!
I will admit I do feel more like an Oklahoman now. The marathon race is one of those rights of passages I feel like you must experience in order to be an Okie and now I'm just an elementary landrun celebration day away from being 100% Oklahoman I think ;)