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Mother and son run

J has been asking me for quite a while if he could run a race with me.  He did great in his kid's run several months back, but I was worried about him trying to run a 5K.  But, he continued to ask.  And, one day, while stuck in Buffalo waiting for the transmission to get rebuilt, I went on the Internet and searched for a race.  I found a bunch of 5Ks in our area that looked like fun.  I asked him what he thought.  His first question to me was, "Do they give out medals to all the finishers?"  When I told him no, but that he would get a t-shirt, he responded, "Mom, I want to run in a race that will give me a medal." (The boy is just in it for the bling?!?!) 

Now, if any of you run, you know that 5Ks DO NOT offer finisher's medals.  So, I widened my search.  And I found perfect race. The Christmas Town Dash sponsored by Chick-fil-a.  This race occurs the first weekend in December at the Busch Gardens Christmas Town in Williamsburg,VA.  Where, we will, just happen, to be on vacation that week!!  They have a 1/2 mile family fun run that my hubby can do with K and A.  It's called the "Running with the Cows", because you run with the Chick-fil-a cows.  And, the icing on the cake . . . . they give FINISHER"S MEDALS!! 

But, there is a slight problem . . . . the race is an 8K . . . . approximately 5 miles.  Now, I am sure J could pull off a 5K, but an 8K . . . um . . . I was not so sure.  But, after much discussion, I registered him and myself for the race.

About two days later, I began to wonder what I was thinking.  I took J out for a run and he complained through the whole HALF MILE (and, yes, the race is 10 times longer).  So, I started to tell him that it would be OK if he did not want to run the 8K.  I could switch him to the family fun run and he would have fun and it would be fine.  But, he was determined and continually told me that he was going to do the 8K.

That was almost two weeks ago now.  He is running two miles with ease.  No complaints.  Yesterday, when we ran, I even had to tell him to slow down because I thought he was going too fast (and I wanted him to learn to conserve energy)!!  I will be honest, the boy amazes me.  I know he is going to do a great job in his race. And I am honored to be the one who will be crossing the finish line with him!

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  1. Wow, that is so cool. My goddaughter runs 5K races with her mom and dad since she was 7, and she does awesome. She's only 5 months older than my John-Paul, but I can't imagine him being a long distance runner. Although. like J, maybe he could improve and exceed my expectations. I'll be waiting to read this race report :)

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  2. Good for you all! I wish I had the energy to walk from the couch to my room! LOL! What a great way for you two to spend time together.

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