I can’t remember the last time I ran a One-Mile Fun Run. In fact, I’m not sure if I ever have. I think my first race was titled “fun run,” but was really a 5K trying to disguise itself.
My running resume consists of two 80+ miles relays, 11 half-marathons, and numerous 5K’s, which I now consider “fun runs”. None of these races even come close in comparison to my first One-Mile Fun Run. I ran this one with my six-year old son.
Standing at the start, Aidan was a jumping bean. I attempted to give some running advice, like start slow and stay with me, but I forgot the most important advice of all, HAVE FUN!
The race began and Aidan took off in a burst. I ran beside him thinking of all the race etiquette I forgot to share: don’t zig -zag when you run, don’t purposefully step into puddles, and a myriad of other “don’ts.” Then, I looked down at his beaming smile and none of the etiquettes or rules mattered. The only thing that mattered was that I was running my son’s first real race along side of him.
I watched as he gazed up at the buildings that lined the street, imagining how big they must have seemed to him.
I ran ahead, yanked out my phone, and yes, became that mom who imagines she is a professional photographer of elite athletes with a smart phone.
His chunky cheeks were getting pink and I knew that he was pushing himself. He slowed to a walk, and I followed his lead. Within seconds, he was off again. We cheered on the half-marathon runners whose course joined ours for the last half-mile to the finish. We held hands. We laughed. We ran.
We turned the final corner and Aidan began walking again. “Look ahead, Aidan,” I said. “There’s the finish. Do you think you can run all the way to the finish line?”
His flushed cheeks and big blue eyes looked up at mine and said, “ I think I can, mom.” And he did.
It was 5, 280 feet full of smiles and FUN and instantly became my favorite race.
I think Aidan loved it to. He chose to write about it for a class assignment! Here is his version of the story (slightly interpreted):
On Sunday I did a race. I waited and waited at the finish line. We headed to a big tree. We saw our neighbors. We started the race. We passed our neighbors but they passed us. My socks were wet but that is ok. When mom and I got to the finish line I got candy and a beads and medal with it and we went past a fence. I had a fun time.
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