This past weekend was the Crouch End Fun Run. It’s a wonderful yearly event where adults and children of all ages come out to compete in races.
Someone in our family, however, didn’t seem to understand the point. Which was to run really fast and beat everyone they could.
In fact when we hollered at our son to run faster. As in RUN FASTER!!–he looked at us curiously.
Because it’s a race! It’s what you do!
My tummy hurts.
Power through it!
Because it’s fun! RUN!!
Later we logged onto the results.
So. Let’s see how you did.
Well, just to get an idea.
Of…hmmm, you’re not on the first page. Well, let’s go to second page shall we….hmmm, so and so ran faster than you. That’s surprising.
Well, he’s two years younger and a bit of a tub to be quite frank. Oh, found you. You’re…you’re…well, that’s not very good is it?
Well, because…I don’t know. Don’t you want to be closer to the top?
To make you feel better.
About… I don’t know. Tell you what. Next year why don’t you try a little harder, run a little faster.
To make Mommy feel a little better. And, please, don’t ask me why.
Can I play the computer?
photo by Quo Vadis (out of towner) (flickr)