Monday, August 27, 2012
Yesterday was race with my grandchildren day, and it was awesome. The first was a 5k with my granddaughter. The decision to run it was made the night before. But it was like a practice run for my granddaughter because in three weeks we will be doing a chip timed race.
It was a small group, and judging from the conversations and appearance of the others, it looked like the group consisted of high school and competitive runners. This translates into my granddaughter and I took the tail end within the first tenth of a mile.
My granddaughter turned around and saw no one running behind us. I said, "Yes, we are last." Then she took off running, too fast for me to keep up. So, there I was trailing behind my granddaughter. For the first two miles, I was not sure if her motivation was not to be last or to beat me at the finish line.
She did not have the endurance to keep up the pace and I caught up with her at the end of mile 2 and we ran/walked the last mile. (She became a bit shy at the final stretch and tried to hide behind me. )
I usually look at previous times before I sign up for a race and then join if it seems like I won't be the last one coming in. But, you know what? I did not care this race. It was not a bad feeling coming in last because my granddaughter had a great time. She beat her mother's 5k time by almost 2 minutes and her previous time by over 7 minutes.
It wasn't my best time, but it was a good run for me because I pushed myself so I could keep up with my granddaughter in the beginning. I knew it was too fast of a start for me, but I could have ran faster that last mile, but I could not leave my granddaughter behind.
After the 5k, there was a kid's fun run and my grandson wanted to run it. He is not quite three and I think he is beginning to love to race. I know he likes to run with grandma but yesterday, I realized he is actually understanding the concept of racing.
The distance was about .45 miles and he ran the whole distance, even after he tripped and fell and skinned his knees. He just got right back up and continued to run. What a lesson for me! Despite what some would call a failure, he just got right back up and continued on. There was no moment of self-pity or poor me. He did not even take time to brush off his knees. Although he did need some comfort because we ran hand in hand for a short while.
He understood that he had to run to the finish line and run he did...
The one thing I like about running races is finishing each one is an accomplishment in itself. Sure, it is nice to have a new PR but constantly striving for a new PR each and every time takes the fun out of it. Being last in not a bad thing, but giving up and feeling sorry for yourself is.