Success Doesn't Mean Winning - Rock n Roll Vegas
Sunday, December 20, 2009
The first weekend in December meant a ½ marathon in Vegas. What made this race different from the other 10 races I had already done this year was that my boys (James, 21 and Jeremy, 16) were going to do it with me. It’s not the first race they had done but I figured it might be the last one we would be able to do as a family, what with the boys getting older. I pretty much conned/finagled them into doing the race, especially my older son.
We arrived in Vegas just after 4:30 p.m. We had arranged to meet up with my friend Betty who was also doing the race and after meeting up with her, getting our car and getting her checked into her hotel, we didn’t get to the hotel until almost 7. That’s when the not so good part of my weekend. I was starting to think that the trip and race wasn’t such a good idea after all. I even felt that I might be better off staying with Betty, but I was the dutiful wife and mom and decided to stick it out and stay with the guys. Things progressively got better and the weekend started to become what I had hoped for.
I was concerned that James wouldn’t be able to do the race because he had been having problems with his knee, but the evening before the race he decided to give it a go. 4:30 a.m. came and we were all up and getting ready for the race. We walked over to the starting area and hung around the conference center entrance to try and stay warm until about 15 minutes before the race was to begin, then we headed to the corrals. One last porta-potty trip and then we were into the corrals.
As we were crossing the start line James told me, “Mom, you set the pace.” I had already decided that the boys would set the pace because I wanted all of us to enjoy the race. I always say train together but the race is an individual effort and my boys know that. If they wanted to go faster than me that was fine, but I would stay with the slowest. Jeremy told me from the beginning that he planned on staying with me the whole way no matter what the speed. So we were off and walking. We stopped at the “Welcome to Vegas” sign and took pictures and then we just walked and talked. No need for MP3 players because we talked instead. I don’t think I’ve heard my sons talk WITH each other that much in a long time.
Did we have the fastest race? No. Did we set any personal bests? No. Did we win? Absolutely! We won the privilege of spending time with each other without distractions. My boys won the time to get to know each other again. I won the honor of seeing my boys interact on a basic level. We all won the joy of finishing the race together.
Success didn’t come in winning or getting a fast time, it came in finishing and in having the comradery we felt on the course continue beyond it.