Reagan is a diva! Race morning and she doesn’t want to get out of bed. I am too tired. My leg hurts. I drug her downstairs and put her breakfast in front of her. This is the normal deal. I knew things would warm up as race time approached. However, the whines continued on the drive down to the race. Like a person with tourettes in the backseat. I turned on the charm when we arrive and carried her to registration. Where does your leg hurt, honey? I rubbed it telling her I know how to massage. We got the schwag bags and Reagan threw hers on her back and took off — there were booths with games and that got her excited. She was off playing ring toss, getting her face painted, answering healthy eating trivia and more. I got her some snacks and she was scarfing them down. Something clicked.
As they started making the announcements, Reagan was all ready. When is my race? I am ready. At first she didn’t want to race and now its taking too long. She was fired up so I got her in the starting corral and left her to her own demise. Looking down the chute I saw that she had made her way to the front of the line. Ready to go with the boys. She decided to wear her sunglasses because they made her faster she said.
They took off at the start and she had the biggest smile. She was running her full speed and not looking back. The usual deal is that you have to pace yourself because most kids go off the line too quick and burn out in 100 feet. However, she held it and was following a lead group of boys quite nicely. It was only a 1/4 mile race so they were around the cone and headed back in no time.
Kim pulled off some good action shots. Both feet off the ground. Pro!
I caught up with her at the start of the finish chute and cheered her in while running along side her. She was still firing on all cylinders. Same speed as she started off. Holding strong. She crossed the line and stopped. She was so excited! We don’t quite know since these aren’t timed but it looked like she was top 10 or so. It was quite an impressive finish I must say. Running the entire time and doing it at what I think was a pretty solid pace for her.
She was so proud of the finish. She ran to Kim and showed her the ribbon and then got sort of cocky about how good she did. Telling us about how she ran the whole way and how fast she is. The good thing was that she wasn’t lying! All through the rest of the day she would tell me stories about the race. About how this boy lined up next to her and she gave him “sideways eyes” (like a competitor glance) to size him up. I beat that boy, she told me. Really? She picked the kid out and was sure to be sure she cleaned his clock. Whoa. We have a wild one on our hands here. Grandpa Coburn was in town so he got to see all the action from the front row. Not sure he realized the budding athletes we have on hands here.
Later, she wanted the bib off her shirt while playing at the playground. I mentioned that people will no longer tell her congrats because they won’t know she raced today. She went on to explain that she would tell them she did race. She would promise to them. And they could tell probably because she was all sweaty.
That night she told me she wasn’t going to race again for a while. Her leg hurt again. Sure. I rubbed it a bit and she went to bed. A successful race day I must say. I am sure she will be back out there again. She smells victory.
Lots of good action shots in here frame by frame to see the big action!
Not sure if my role was Dad, coach or sports psychologist but we got it done!