Conor and I did the Big Muddy Challenge at The Hunter Farm in Weddington, near Charlotte. It was a 2 mile "run" with 12 muddy obstacles in it. Conor and I trained--with the twins--by doing run/walk intervals around the 'hood while the twins biked beside or between us. Our training runs have been incredibly slow and I was a bit worried about whether Conor would be able to keep up or even make it during the race. Because, you know, I'm an experienced runner. And marathoner. And one-time triathlete.
10 years ago.
So, um, yeah. Here is a picture of us coming out of the pond.
That is literally the only time I was ahead of Conor. And bless our hearts, I know this was a family event but both Conor and I were running and passing everyone we could. I think I even said at one point or another (or several), "we can pass 'em." I may be a used up old hag, but I am still competitive. And I can pass a 6 year old struggling to run up the hill with a gleam in my eye.
So yeah. I was surprised that after each obstacle and most flat spaces and every hill, I had to yell to Conor "Wait for me! This is a family event! Run with meeeeeeeee!!!!" It felt very much like running with Dave. Except when I caught up to Conor, he was having so much fun doing this, he would hug and kiss me. Not that Dave doesn't do that on our runs.... Yeah. He's from the Midwest. Not so much smooching during our runs together.
So here is *my* favorite picture of Conor and me running together:
You can see even there that is his stride is longer than mine. He was Ready. To. Go. And also, my mouth is open, so I'm talking/coaching/mentoring and probably saying Slow Down. ;-) Actually, I've already given Conor a couple of running tricks that he LURVES, his favorite of which is picking some tree, sign, or pole in the distance that pulls him toward it. That is honestly the best trick in the book because then you aren't actually running; this object is pulling you towards it. Also, no whining. He learned that after his first run when he noticed a difference in how well he ran with his whine turned on or off.
And my favorite mentoring advice to him: we were near the end of a training run and he was all "I can't do this! I can't do it!!" and I laughed in recognition of that self-talk. And I laughed even harder when I said "But you ARE doing it. You are doing it RIGHT NOW. And you are almost done!!"
Right?? Can't we all use that feedback? We are all Doing It right now.
He and I both laughed and boy, was that a life lesson for *me*.
So here we are at the end of the race.
I love this picture. We are both so excited. And you cannot tell what I am thinking which is actually which was "Holy crap, that was hard and I'm glad it's over and I had so much fun with Conor and my face has got to be SO RED that this picture is going to suck." I wonder where Conor gets his self-talk from? Hmmmm....
In any case, we have a runner on our hands. That is for dang sure.