Saturday we woke to Grey cloudy skies, but luckily no rain. Jace and I left the house before any one else was awake ready to tackle a 5krace. His first, and our first together. Admitedly, we could and should have trained better for it. We had run several times together out and about our neighborhood to give him the feel of how long that kind of distance feels and what kind of effort it requires. But the past two weeks have not been kind. First, a weeklong bout of an aweful stomach flu that knocked the rest of our family flat. Thankfully, somehow I escaped unscathed. And by God's grace never felt sleep deprived or too out of sorts to comfort each member in turn as they succombed to 8 -24 hours of vomiting and body weakness.
The week after that was Easter and its hordes of candy and get togethers and good food. We didn't run at all that week.
Jace was so excited to get checked in and pin on his race number. The goodies in the bag were a nice bonus too. He met a friend from school and they raced up and down the bouncy house along with the other kids.
The runners queued up , and we all waited excitedly for the gun. Then Jace takes off full speed. Over his shoulder he looks back and says "Mom, why are you going so slow?" That would be the constant story of the entire race.
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