After our nice week of changing up the routine, we went to visit hubby for the weekend. It was nice to have the family together, and the kids had an absolute blast. And on Saturday morning, I got to go to a race but not participate. This is fairly new and slightly painful for me. But--the big girl got to run her first real race! She had run a race before, but it was just a little 20 yard fun run, and she wanted MORE. This was a 1k that was put on after the local 5k started for the adults. We met up with my sister-in-law (who ran her first 5k and rocked it!!!!!) that morning, the kid wore her "I Run" shirt with a tutu, and she was pumped and ready. She was in beast mode, and I was proud. I told her originally that I would run along the side because I didn't know if she'd get down toward the end. She didn't seem to care whether I did or not, which was probably a good thing since the race started and she vanished! I waited a bit up from the finish line, so I could give her some inspiration towards the end, but she didn't need it. She was rocking it! I ran ahead and got a finish line pic. She was in about the middle of the pack, finished ahead of most kids her size, and was beaming for the next three hours. She's still talking about it. It was precious.
|She claims she was running "as fast as lightning."|
|The finish line!!|
|These girls made my day!|