We talked about it for several weeks and he even had picked out which socks he was going to wear with his "fast shoes". We explained that he would be running with other kids in a parking lot. (At first he kept saying he was going to race on a track, probably because of watching the Olympics or because he's gone to the track with Tim to coach the NCRA cross country team. Then he thought he'd be running on the road, probably because that's where he's seen his daddy race). In the week leading up to the big day, Tyler said several times, "Me want to win." We tried to explain that there would be bigger kids there and that just finishing the race would make him a winner. I don't think he ever did follow that logic because the morning of the race, he told me again, "Me want to win, Mommy."
As it turned out, all that talking and trying to prep him for his race didn't matter in the end. Somehow we missed the kids' dash. It was supposed to start at 10:30, but they ran it around 10:15 instead. Tyler, Tim and I watched the kids who were finishing the mile fun run, then we took Tyler inside the church's recreational building to pin on his race number. Nana and Papa had been sitting in there with Nathan to keep him cool because it was a hot, sticky morning. We were inside for about 5 minutes, and in that time they ran the kids' dash. When we realized we'd missed it, Tim and I felt so badly for Tyler, but he didn't know any better. The finish line was still setup, so the rest of us watched as Tyler and his daddy "raced" toward the finish. (I recorded it with the camcorder, so we'll have to see if we can get it uploaded). Tyler was so proud of himself afterward and I think it actually was better that it turned out this way. He's only 2 and he will have plenty of other opportunities to learn what winning and losing is all about. For right now, he's just a kid who loves to run.
In other news, I ran my first race in over 6 years that day. I hadn't raced a step since my conference track meet in May of 2002, which is hard to believe. I'm not sure why I had to have 2 babies before I felt inclined to sign up for a race. Anyway, I went out a little too hard and ran a 6:20 first mile. There was a time when that would have been way too slow for me, but I assure you that those days are long gone. Unfortunately, almost all of the last mile was uphill, so that was not much fun. I ended up finishing 3rd female overall (it was a very small race), so I was pretty happy with it. I have to remember to cut myself some slack since I'd only been running for 2 months before the race. Tim was really funny about my race. He kept talking about it beforehand and I think he was more excited about it than me. He keeps asking me which race I'm going to do next. I haven't decided which one for sure, but I do plan to sign up for another one because I actually had a lot of fun. I'd forgotten how much I enjoy the physical and mental challenge that comes with racing, as well as the feeling of accomplishment when it's over.
When Lindsay came back, she took a couple pictures of our kids. It's so nice to have a friend who has kids about the same age as mine. When I have a rough day, I can call Lindsay and I know she can completely relate to whatever challenges I'm facing, whether it's the seemingly illogical and random fits thrown by my 2-year-old, or trying to balance my time and attention between my "big" kid and the baby.
Here are some photos of Nathan from that day. Again, I'm not sure what's wrong with our camera.
Pumpkins (Sept. 18): I took Tyler to The Fresh Market one afternoon and there was a cute pumpkin display at the front of the store with all kinds of pumpkins. Many of the bigger pumpkins had painted faces and there were lots of pie pumpkins and a basket of the little tiny ones. I let Tyler pick out a little pumpkin for himself and one for his brother. He picked the tiniest one he could find for Nate and a slightly bigger one for himself. He carried them proudly as we walked through the store. On the way home from the store, he started up again with, "Kay-Kay no touch my punkins!" (Oh, good grief!) He couldn't wait to show his daddy the pumpkins when we got home and he wanted to show Nate his pumpkin, but he was sleeping, so he had to wait.