If your parents meet at a marathon, it’s inevitable. You’re going to want to run. (At least, until you’re old enough to think for yourself.)
12 April 2011 § 9 Comments
My kiddo ran her first 5k this weekend. She’s 4.25 years old, and she is awesome.
My friend Melissa came with us. Unfortunately for Nina, Melissa and I are probably the two most directionally-challenged people in N.C. We were a bit late.
Nina didn’t “get the gold” as she’d been planning, but she still kicked (my) ass.
*Nina’s mantra all the way to the race was “I’m going to get the gold…I’m going to get the gold…” I guess that’s what I should expect since we’re always watching televised marathons and Olympics track & field reruns. Had Nina actually been on time for the race, and won (which she most definitely would have – I saw the “competition” in her age division straggling over the finish line), she would have been sorely disappointed not to get a gold medal around her neck.