On Saturday, a mere 24 hours before I wrecked my shoulder, Dizzle and I ran the Ashland Railroad 5K, Dizzle's first.
We had learned at packet pickup that Dizzle (age 5) was the youngest registered runner and one of three people ages 9 and under. So, of course had they been recording everyone's times, she would have walked away with some bling. (Apparently, only the 10K was worth timing.)
Anyway, we got dressed in our Running Skirts and Tough Chik tees and headed to the race.
Dizzle was excited. And smiley. Until five minutes before the race. Suddenly, she didn't want to run and I was the worst mom ever. I told her that we paid for the race, so she was going to run.
She reluctantly agreed. At 8 a.m., we were off.
Three minutes running. One minute walking. Dizzle complained the ENTIRE time, but she didn't stop running. Even as she screamed, "I didn't want to do this!" She said she couldn't take another step. But, she kept moving. She said she needed a bathroom NOW! But she kept moving.
When we got to the mile 3 sign, she suddenly felt fine. She ran right along with her perfect form.
She did it. 3.1 miles in 40:46. And as soon as she crossed the line, she was nothing but smiles.