Saturday morning A and I ran the Girls on the Run 5K with E and L. It was a great race - beautiful weather and a positive vibe. We got there early so E and L could get pink headbands and pink and purple sprayed into their hair. Lots of teams dressed up their uniforms with fun knee socks, hair accessories, or tutus. I was assigned L and another girl. We jogged (s l o w l y o m g)/walked the entire way. E was with A (his other assigned girl left them both in the dust almost immediately - next year I want to run with her) and she alternated between sprinting and trudging. We need to work a bit more on pacing, I think.
The whole deal with GotR is "Everyone's a winner!" which I can get behind to some extent, but I did have a pre-race conversation with my kids where I told them, essentially, "This is a race. You've been training and we're going to work hard. If it's easy, we're not pushing ourselves to do our best. It's going to be hard and you're going to hurt. That's how we know we're working hard." They were exhausted when we were done, so I think they did do their best.
It wasn't supposed to be timed, but I clicked my watch when we crossed the start and L and I crossed the finish line at 46 minutes. E and A were a minute or two ahead of us. I'm cutting us a little slack because we ran over a lot of fields and that's always harder than streets/sidewalks. Still, we've got a time to beat for next year!
My two favorite parts were when their coach asked me conversationally, "Do you and your husband run?" I answered yes and she exclaimed, "ON PURPOSE?" Hee. Then I got to listen to the music teacher and the librarian (both coaches) talk about how great my kids are. Who doesn't like that?
E and L had a slumber party to attend that night and I knew the parents only generally, so when I dropped them off, I had the awkward conversation about guns in the house and the bonfire planned for later. My friend asked what I'd do if there were guns and I said I'd have verified that they were unloaded and secure (um, I'd have to take their word about the unloaded part) and if I couldn't verify that or if I got any weird attitude from the parents, I'd have stayed through the evening and not let them spend the night. Re: the bonfire. I'm not as nervous as A is when our kids are around an open flame, but I do acknowledge that they fall down regularly and without apparent cause, so letting them be all free range around a bonfire is risky. I can easily see someone tumbling into the fire.
They were whole and undamaged except for mosquito bites and fatigue when I picked them up the next morning. In the meantime, A had taken C out for a movie date and I had made four loaves of Swedish cardamom bread for the school's World Party this week. We took advantage of only one kid (N-2=easy peasy lemon squeezy where N=total number of kids in a family) and ordered sushi for dinner. This is getting to be an expensive taste and we need to curb it a bit, I think.
Sunday afternoon we attended A's grandpa's 93rd birthday (saddest party ever, I'm afraid) and A spent the usual amount of time reassuring a few older, extended family members that even though we live in the city, we do not dodge bullets walking from our car to our house and our children are not going to school in the middle of gang territory.
Later that day, we planted flowers. The girls had picked out the flowers and we decided to plant them haphazardly this year instead of in a pattern like last year. C ran through the sprinkler and eventually the other two joined her.
Weekends, man. I'm still not used to having them off. I'm treasuring them.