Rocking the Atlanta Women’s 5K with Hannie my Homegirl.
Yes, I am pulling myself together for this post after the Gators LOSS.
John was the coward and started Tin Tin while there were still six minutes left in the game. Of course, at that point the Gators hadn’t gone belly uppppppp.
But I digress.
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I did this race last year with my Hannie. I thought what a wonderful mother/daughter tradition. She wasn’t interested. So I thought, I could really enjoy sleeping in on Saturday.
But last Wednesday, on the last day possible, I registered us.
So here we were at the start — 8 a.m. this glorious spring morning.
A great crowd as always.
We got to talking with Patty and her daughters. They live just around the block from our in-town house of ten years.
I was sterotypical mom and pointed out to my Hannie how these girls had their hair in lovely braids. But then I looked at mine in these photos. Ugh.
I am the mom right? That counts for something, even if it is wearing your hair just like you told your daughter isn’t the most becoming of a young lady. (Or not so young lady.)
We were off.
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Complaining……
She complained her little heart out. But I took some deep breathes. We are making memories right? No one remembers the heat and long lines at Disney World. The eternal walks across The Mall in D.C? The “event” meals that you pay tons for where the kids fight.
No. You gloss over all the unpleasant and distill things down to the essence of experience with your child.
So.
I kept my mouth shut….and opened only to encourage, “If we run a little now, we’ll finish that much faster.”
Notice the love cast my way at the 1.5 mile water station.
And I coaxed her all the way to the finish.
“You’re the lady with the blog right?”
Meet Marcia.
Seems yesterday googling for pictures of this race (her first) she came across my blog post from the race last year.
She looked at Hannie, “You beat her right?”
So that was cool.
And by this time Hannah was loving the fact that she completed the race.
Kids are funny that way.
We made our traditional stop on the way out of the city.
Hannie watching the lady as she loaded up two dozen.
Why not?
It was great day.
The Atlanta Track Club puts on a awesome race. Runners and walkers of all levels of fitness are celebrated. Those of you who have seen what they can accomplish with 55,000 on July 4th should join us next year on the third week in March.
I’ve got 365 days to talk Hannie into it. right?
Have you done anything like this with your children, nieces and nephews?
