I was sick most of last week. Functionally sick that is, or as I like to call it “Mom sick.” That means that I felt like crap and tried to rest as much as possible while still working and of course, taking care of the kids. Luckily hubby’s schedule allowed for him to pick up some of the slack for me as well. That said it was a busy weekend.
Saturday and Sunday we had birthday parties for good friends, not the kind you can miss, not even on a busy traffic holiday weekend. The good part was that between the two parties I saw my sister, nephews and most of besties.
Luckily Monday we stayed local. It was the annual Memorial Day race at South Beach in Staten Island. I have run this race for the past 3-4 (at least) years. I even PRed the 4 miles last year. This year I registered myself and my boy. I thought it was the perfect opportunity for him to get his running feet wet. Although not trained, I knew he was active enough to at very least walk 4 miles.
I set out Monday morning with my two kids, my friend Marion and her 11 year old daughter, Sophia. We registered my little one for the kids races (which were free) and then met up with some of my team.
First up was the kids races. My daughter was in the 5-6 age group, even though she is only 4 (yup, I’m bragging.) They had the kids run 4 boardwalk lamp posts. I would estimate it was about 100 meters. I thought it might be a bit far for her little legs but she came out of the gate blazing.
She ran the whole thing and although she was in the back of the pack, she finished with a smile and took me that she was first. It was the cutest thing ever!
It was hot already at 8am and I hadn’t run since Tuesday, which was a 3 mile recovery after the Brooklyn Half. I decided then not to run and instead to spectate and make the day all about support my kids and my friends in their race. It was the best decision I made all day!
I used to think spectating would be boring, but I was wrong. Time flies when you aren’t actually running! It seemed like minutes after the start, I was seeing the winners come through (it was actually about 24 minutes). Then I saw my teammates pass, my friend Marion and even my neighbor, Kelley. Everyone was doing so well and I had the pictures to prove it. Move over MarathonFoto, I got this!
Then I was just waiting for my boy. I knew he had made it past the halfway mark because we had friends strategically placed for such information. I was starting to get a little nervous so I decided to run back and check on him. I found him STILL RUNNING! He looked tired and hot. I asked if he was okay and he did not hesitate in his answer. I decided that it was his race and ran back up to my finish line spot. Likely one of the best moments of this mother runner’s life was watching the exhaustion turn to a smile as my boy crossed the finish line 10 minutes later.
I was one of the best races that I ever didn’t run!
Afterwards we walked down to the beach and the kids walked straight into the ocean. I prefer a margarita and brunch, but I guess to each his own.