Them Are Some Crazy Genes

0.2 miles (from the dinner counter and back x6)
Zilch Zip Nada Strides

In the spirit of having to do grown up things like buy a refrigerator and feed small humans (okay, not going to lie, I went out to dinner with the girls #priorities)….I ditched my run today.

That said, I received a CD from one of the moms at school with these gems of Strawberry from Field Day.  I am always amazed at his running form – it’s always flawless and perfect without any effort…unlike mine.

Anywho, while his form may be fabulous, I was cracking up looking at his face during this race.

IMG_3156 IMG_3157Then I remembered some things are genetic.

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Thanks to Skinny Runner for finishing that shot out beautifully.  Modeling agencies from around the globe were seeking us out after this little gem.

Luckily he also gets some of my other fine features like:  crashing blood sugar associated with crabbiness, excessive stubbornness, chicken legs and a total inability to decide between two dessert options.

That said, I’d give my left (maybe it should be my janky right though) leg to be able to run with the perfect form he has.  On my bucket list to do this summer is to go get a gait analysis done to find out why I am so awkward and injury prone when I run (note: this does nothing to explain the 90% of the time when I am not running and still awkward which is a bummer).  While it may not answer the deep, burning questions I have about life, it will likely explain my calf and/or hip pain that seems to nag.

Have you ever had a gait analysis done?
To be honest, I’m kind of nervous about it all…last time I had something similar done I made an inappropriate joke about the physical therapist asking me to run with my legs further apart and referencing that it must be what it’s like to run with man bits between my legs.

Do you make horrible faces when you run?
Please tell me I’m not alone….

On Quitting

That’s it folks – I’m a quitter.

Yes, Iofficially pulled from the Laguna Hills Half, 10k & 5k (all of which were options).

After realizing the half was out, I was toying with the 5k or 10k…but smart people around me got the best of me.  You see, the Aliso Viejo Patch (we’re talking big time media here!) was going to cover my son and I running our respective races – starting with our training, meeting us at the starting line and then the finish.  Knowing this was the case, I know I would not have taken it easy if when the pain kicked in and I would have pushed it hard so I wouldn’t look like a fool and likely leading to a severe injury.

So here’s to you Dr. Scott – I didn’t run.  Betcha thought I couldn’t resist.

In other news, I’m drowning my race pulling woes in fro yo and did my best to be a proud mom instead of a runner this morning.  How did I do this?

1. Early Worm:  I downed my 800 mg’s of ibuprofen, rolled some sleepy 5 year olds out of bed, got myself some caffeine and waited at the 3 mile mark to see Strawberry kill his PR.

2 boys, 2 power bars, 1 cup of caffeine + 1 cowbell = fun times!

2.  I Yelled:  Oh my word did I yell.  I taught my boys to cheer at the 3 mile mark of a 5k.  The following were our favorite phrases:

  • There’s someone right behind you – go faster!
  • Oh, you’re smiling.  Then you have enough energy to catch that person in front of you – now GO!
  • Move your arms faster – your legs will follow!
  • Go! Go! GO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
  • You’re almost there!
  • And my personal favorite to the half marathoners – Just 10 more miles! 

3.  Kickin’ It:  Have I told you Strawberry is a fantastic finishing ROCKSTAR!  I watched him literally spring the last 1/3 mile of the 5k.  And he KILLED it.  Bless him – the child shaved 2 minutes off his PR and ran a 26:41!  I am practically in tears thinking about his rockin’ finish for 7-year old 1st grader 🙂

That said, we also discussed that if he didn’t talk the entire race, he would likely run much faster.  Apparently he loves to chat with those around him when he races.

What? Sprint the last 1/3 mile- pshaw! Don’t mind if I do!

And on a total sidenote – am I the only person who looks at race pictures like this to see who is/isn’t heel striking?  Ugh, I think I have a sickness.

After this Vanilla & Chocolate (both 5) ran the 4-6 year old Kid’s Run – we ended up with a 2nd (Chocolate) and 6th (Vanilla) place finishes – out of 30+ kids they were both pleased.  Strawberry tried to run the kids half after his 5k, he ended up finishing by barely jogging across the finish line looking like he wanted to die.  Pobrecita!

Check out those running studs!

4.  We Yelled:  No joke, we sat at the 13 mile mark and played the “Someone’s going to catch you!” and “If you’re still smiling you can catch the person in front of you game.”  People, it was hilarious – I believe about 40 runners can attribute their last minute finishes to my children and I toying with them.  We giggled, we cheered, we rang the cowbell as loud as we could and it was a blast to just be a spectator.

5.  We Papped.  Yes, the writer of the paper decided to go ahead with the story and take a spin at a 7 year old who runs 5k’s (and trains with me locally in the city’s trails).  Strawberry chatted with the paparazzi – prof pics & article to come.  I’m dying to see how it turns out.  He was absolutely presh (and totally sweaty).

What?! Not everyone has a reporter following them post-race for interviews? Totes normal for me!

6.  I Dwelled.  At one point some very elite looking runner found me staring at the results.

Him:  What are you doing?
Me:  You don’t want to know.
Him:  Give it a shot.
Me:  I was supposed to run this race so I was looking at my projected time to see where I would have placed.
Him:  That is completely and totally….acceptable. 

He laughed and walked away.

7. We Played.  Oh yeah we played.  There’s a redhead contest at a local strawberry festival every year so we went up to visit.  We rode rides and I continued to wallow in my race cancellation woes by indulging in a strawberry supreme – you don’t even want to know….

What’s that you ask? Oh, it’s two of my children WAY up in the air on the giant wheel of death celebrating their triumphant morning.

Cake, soft serve, half a pound of strawberries & whipped cream – that’ll take the edge off this morning…

Truth be told…I wanted to be like Vanilla- who after a super early start and spending the entire day in the heat, literally had a meltdown in the middle of the festival.  I kept up a *mostly* happy face, but honestly I was still totally disappointed.

Good parenting – taking a picture of said fit. Don’t worry it stopped quickly after it started.