I signed Carson up for the Kids K (which was actually a mile) the same day as the 5K. It was not until 12:30 though. So we all went home ate and came back. Carson was super cute and super excited. You could not drive to the start of the race so we had to meet and ride a bus there.
Cam was busy working on his project (the duplex) and was going to meet us at the finish line. I of course was taking my crutch along with me again. We got to the meeting area and again there were TONS of people and kids there. I thought Carson would be one of the youngest but I was wrong! There were little 2 and 3 year olds there with enthusiastic- obviously runner- parents too!
A lot of the parents I saw had already run and finished the marathon and then were running the race with their kids. I was impressed! After running my half marathons I didn't want to run or walk another step! I can't imagine how they felt.
As we got closer to loading the bus I was thinking of how I was going to possibly get Carson loaded, hold Hannah, fold the jogging stroller up and pack it onto the bus. A man behind me saw my plight and offered to take the stroller-Thank you Mr Anonymous Man!
When we got to the start Mr. Anonymous Man unloaded the stroller for me and asked if I needed help unfolding it. Not wanting to be a nuisance anymore to him I said "no, no I can get it."
So with one hand on the stroller the other holding Hannah I did the one arm flick to pop the stroller out in its usable position. In doing this I pinched Carson's finger in the side. Ouch!
It was minutes before the race started and Carson was crying his little eyes out. He kept saying "I can't race now!" and "My legs won't work now because my finger hurts!"
I was talking a mile a minute to get his mind off of his owie and then I remembered the fruit snacks in the stroller! I got them out and they were the cure-all! We were now ready to race again!
They said Go! and my little guy took off. I had to swerve (the stroller) around about a hundred adult/kids to not keep up with him but be able to keep an eye on him! This pace lasted for about 1/4 of a mile. Then it turned into complaining and walking for the next 1/4 mile.
Luckily Cam was standing on the sidelines at the 1/2 mile mark. I told Carson I saw Dad and he better start running so Dad could cheer for him. Seeing Cam was all the motivation Carson needed.
He ran as fast as he could for the last half of the race. He loved all the people cheering for him and I was so proud of him. He ran one mile in 14:00 flat. I think that is pretty good for a 6 year old.
All the kids got cowbell medals and the lady even put one around Hannah. It was a good experience for Carson. We had a lot of fun that day!
Before the race started-after the injury happened :)
After the race-showing off his "medal"
Me and my other very cute running partner!