Last night, my three year old was a HERO.
He was applauded and cheered for.
He inspired dozens and dozens of people to push themselves harder than they thought they could.
He motivated a 30-something athletic man to run a bit faster than he planned on.
He helped shave 3 minutes off a young woman's Personal Record.
How?
He sat patiently in his stroller as I raced an 8K.
Nothing motivates runners to pick up their pace like being passed by a stroller.
(thanks to Vancouver Dad for the photo)
He was applauded and cheered for.
He inspired dozens and dozens of people to push themselves harder than they thought they could.
He motivated a 30-something athletic man to run a bit faster than he planned on.
He helped shave 3 minutes off a young woman's Personal Record.
How?
He sat patiently in his stroller as I raced an 8K.
Nothing motivates runners to pick up their pace like being passed by a stroller.
(thanks to Vancouver Dad for the photo)
2 comments:
Fantastic! And so true. I "ran" a tiny local 5K when I was 8 1/2 months pregnant. I also was pushing my 3-year-old in the BabyJogger. I am playing no "superwoman" card here -- I was dead last for a bit (I walked the hills and ran the flats and downhills -- my town is all hills, I tell you!). Then I passed a few runners -- two teens who went out too fast and another mom pushing a stroller, so I was fourth from last by the end (I finished in around 35 minutes). People did pick up the pace when they saw me coming. Some said, "She can't be pregnant!" And I thought, "What? This bizarre big belly is not just my body shape!"
Morgan - I would have loved to see that race! 8 1/2 months? What a riot! You're one hustlin' preggo!
Some day I'll tell my "Crumbs VS 64 year old woman" tale.
(i'll be cracking up from that line for a while!)
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