This weekend our two older girls ran their first road race. It was 5.4 km and they both ran the whole time.
Avelyn came sprinting across the finish line like a gazelle.
Then I saw Steve round the last corner, holding Karenna’s hand. I could see from a distance that her face was grimaced in distress and she was BAWLING. The poor girl HIT THE WALL about three minutes before the end of the route and was pushed beyond a level of exhaustion she had ever known. But she finished. Then she kept on wailing for a good half-hour, but after the tears stopped and she drank a liter of Gatorade, she realized what an awesome feat she had accomplished.
My girls are STRONG. And fit. And I am so proud of them.