It's official. My kids are runners. This morning Dizzle ran her first race - The Tiger Trot One Miler. And Doodle was so jealous (crying and screaming - typical Doodle), that she became a last minute entrant in the Tiger Trot Half Miler.
It was perfect. We looked fantastic.
We had a blast.
The girls ran every step.
They were fast (at least for 3 and 5 year olds).
Smiles were all around.
The only negative was that it was COLD. Like Arctic cold, at least it felt that way. (OK, it was 37 degrees - which is only cold if you live in the South). Seriously, look at the girls pre-race ...
Dilly was bundled up too ...
Other than the bone-chilling temperatures, the race was a success. Dizzle (age 5) finished her mile in 12:08 (16 seconds faster than she's ever run a mile before).
And Doodle (age 3) ran a half mile in 6:34.
And since it was their race, I figured they should write the recap. Except that they don't quite have a way with words like their mother. So, instead, I debriefed them on the race. Here's what they said ...
Did you have fun?
Dizzle: "Yes! It was super fun!"
What was the best part?
Dizzle: "Getting to the finish line."
Doodle: "Winning." (apparently she missed the fact that tons of people were ahead of her)
What was the worst part?
Dizzle: "When we started to slow down."
Doodle: "When my fingers got really cold."
Would you do it again? (not that they really have a choice)
Dizzle: "Yes! But, next time, can it be in the Summer?"
Doodle: "Yes! But, it has to be longer for the next race." (I think I have an endurance junkie on my hands.)