The Race is On

The decision was unanimous. Nobody was forced, coerced or manipulated. Each person was in of their own free will. Each of us knew – or at least thought we knew - what we were getting into and accepted the challenge.

Our first ever family 5k.

It was a fund-raiser for a great cause. My husband and I have participated in it in the years past, but the most our kids have done was a one-mile run. When the opportunity presented itself, we discussed it as a family and decided that we wanted to do it together – start together and finish together. 

Are you sure?

Yes! 

Absolutely?

Yes!

We agreed that we will adjust the pace to the slowest person in our group.

We will be a team. One for all and all for one.  

The goal of the day wasn’t beating the clock but unity, comradery and, of course, crossing that finish line - together.

And we WILL have fun.

 

It all made sense, it all sounded great until the day of the race. 

There was an all-night lock-in at our church to commence the beginning of Spring Break for our middle-schooler.

And a neighborhood garage sale that morning.

But, race is a race and we somehow managed to leave the chaos of the day behind and slump exhausted into the car - our adventuresome neighbor joining us last minute. We made it all the way from the parking lot to the registration table together.  

After that some of us saw bounce houses and others popcorn stands. 

The running shoes were off and the party was on.

Minutes before the race!