This is our second annual Fun Run and our school’s 7th. The check-in time was 7:30 am, but as we learned last year, since we were already registered, we didn’t really need to get there that early. So we arrived around 8am, and they were just starting the warm-ups. We took our family picture, and then headed to get coffee. We brought the stroller since we made the decision to all run the 5K (3.1 miles). We were going to have Peyton run the last bit of the way so we could finish together. I told Brandon he’d start with a green card, and if he ended up on green, he could enjoy the food at the end and have “whatever he wanted”. We saw the mascot from our local hockey team (too bad about the lockout, but I guess that meant he’s free for things like this), and then we started the race. Dave had to push Peyton in the stroller across the grass field, and even then Brandon wanted to walk. I told him to just run so we could get off the wet grass, but he was already complaining. Then, when we were on the street, he complained some more. He got down to a yellow by then, as he was trying to pull my arm down, or hold on to the stroller. It took him about a mile in to have him stop whining. He kept asking me how many miles left. I randomly counted down mileage, as there were no mile markers to check me. Luckily, he believed me and that motivated him. He hit his stride and got back to green, as he was running ahead of me. Dave wanted me to pace him and I reminded him of the tortoise and the hare. He asked me, “How do YOU know about that story?” He learned about it at school, and he thought he was the only one. He was acting like the hare, and I told him to pace himself. He slowed down a bit, then we hit the water station. We found some other first graders, that were in CDC and also t-ball. They were a set of twins running with another kid and his dad. They were all blond and then there was Brandon. It was great motivation for him, since the boys were all competing with each other, trying to outrun one another. I stayed with them and the dad while Dave ran ahead to get a head start for Peyton. While the dad, his son and one twin were up ahead, Brandon, the other twin, and I were running behind. Soon, Carter got his feet tangled up, and ran aground. He paused a bit, then saw blood and started wailing. I stopped with him, and called for Dave who had water in the stroller. Dave turned around, then kept running. Thanks, dude! I didn’t have any bandages or water, and I couldn’t convince Carter he was okay. Luckily, Tyler’s dad came back, and picked him up, something I couldn’t do, as this kid was almost Brandon’s size! He calmed Carter down, made him laugh, and then he caught up with the other three boys that I was running with by then. We had to monitor the street crossings since there weren’t as many monitors as last year, and cars were trying to sneak by. We passed the 2K finish, and had to do “another small loop”. The boys were so disheartened to see the finish line, but knowing we were finishing the 5K, we had to keep going. They groaned for a second, then caught another wind, and started sprinting again. Since they knew they’d passed the 2K, Brandon and the boys were talking big. Brandon said, “The 2K is boring,” while the other boy agreed, “Yeah, I know. We’re doing the 5K.” So, the boys were taking turns motivating, and then complaining, and then finally, we saw the final stretch. The boys had stopped for water, and poured water over their heads, cooling them off.
Peyton got out of the stroller, and I ran with her. She was ahead of the boys, and I didn’t want her to fall down, since I’d end up dragging her since we were holding hands, so I tried to keep her pace and keep her from falling. She kept up, and at one point was in front of Brandon, which he could have none of, and sprinted past her. We made it with the clock saying “40” (minutes) and that’s better than I’d thought. I thought we’d be “running” a 20 minute/mile pace, but it seems we were at a 12’52” per mile. We may have run even faster, but we’d stopped for Carter. One of these years, maybe we can run independently, and the kids can run on their own with their friends as we’d seen some families. After we crossed the finish line, we headed to the food. The kids were served fruit, and a small piece of bundt cake, and a piece of coffee cake. We made good on our promise to Brandon, and he got to return for seconds and received another helping of bundt and coffee cakes. We waited around for the raffle, and Dave complained how he never wins anything. We enjoyed listening to the music, and Peyton gave us her rendition of “Oppa Gangnam” style as well as “Call Me, Maybe”. 😉
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We got home and both kids took their baths, since they were sweaty. Dave took off for a bike ride, while Peyton’s watching Pooh that I’d DVR’d recently. We discovered “NO” written in pencil on the wall, and Brandon earned himself 50 sentences. Luckily it was in pencil, and he had the pleasure of erasing it, then writing his sentences. I figured we’d made it this far without anyone writing on the walls, I thought we’d be in the clear, but Brandon said he did it when he was mad at us. Two steps forward, one step back. (Sigh)