Our First 5K, Or the Reason 4 Year Olds Don’t Do Charity Runs

Today, the agency Chris works for held a 5k “Family Fit and Fun Run” fundraiser. Chris had to direct the runners through the course and I had the pleasure of escorting the boys on our first 5K. Actually, we intended to only do the 1 mile course for families, but after the start Brandon took off running with the other runners, leaving me and Matthew far behind. He took the 5K route instead of the 1 mile route, and Matt and I tried to catch up, but couldn’t.

 Matthew and I did about two blocks before he started this: “I don’t want to do this. I’m tired. I want to go home. We’re not winning. We’re not going to make it. I’m cold. I’m thirsty. Get me some water. Why didn’t you bring any water?” Arrrrgh. I couldn’t find Brandon, Matthew was griping and pulling on my arm and we had embarked on the long course instead of the nice, short one.

Fortunately, Chris was stationed about a mile into the course to direct the runners. When I saw him, I told him I wanted to turn around because the prospect of dragging Matthew another two miles was at the least, daunting. I might have used the term ‘death march,’ maybe.

Chris told me Brandon had already come through and not to worry about him. I was worried that Brandon couldn’t finish the 5K and would try to backtrack to find us, get lost, find a police officer who would then launch an investigation as to why we let our child run around an unfamiliar neighborhood without us, put our kids in foster care and then we’d end up on the evening news. Which is sort of ironic, as Chris’s agency handles foster placements. But Chris said he’d be fine, so I figured I’d blame him for losing our first born. I gave up trying to catch him and Matt and I turned around to go back.

As we got closer to the finish line, Matthew was all, “Are we winning?” I told him we didn’t finish the course and it would be cheating to cross the finish line. Once we finished, he had a granola bar and some water and wanted to go home. We had walked/jogged/complained for almost 2 miles.

 Fortunately for my peace-of-mind, one of Chris’s co-workers called me on my cell phone to tell me she was bringing Brandon back. He arrived back in the agency’s van with the other volunteers. So none of us completed the 5K. But I think the kids will sleep well tonight!

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2 Responses

  1. Great story. I personally HATE running and avoid it. I would walk a 5K – do they even have such?

  2. Oh, I love the new site! It’s refreshing to see something different!

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