Last week, I ran the Girls on the Run 5k with my 10 year old. This was my second time running in this event; I did it 3 years ago with my then 8 y/o. I had considered retraining the older girl and having her join us this time, but the thought of trying to keep up with two girls of wildly different pace discouraged me from that task.

I felt much better about my preparedness this time around. I am 20ish pounds lighter, and not pregnant, for one. For two, I can actually run the entire race if I want to, whereas last time? Let’s just say I wasn’t too upset that my daughter wanted to walk much of the race.

That being said, I knew this race was about my daughter, so I let her set the pace. She was determined to run the entire race with her two little friends, and she held hands with one girl throughout the whole 3.1 miles. The other girl kept running off in spurts, and, while her friends were able to catch her for most of the race, we lost her in the final surge to the finish line.

The race was last Thursday. I haven’t run since then.

But I have been swimming. And for all my talk about it doesn’t matter how far you go, as long as you swim at all, I am relieved to have gotten in a half mile this week in the pool. I also managed much more freestyle than usual, so that was also a relief.

The ladies in the locker room were warning of a local athletic store taking over the pool on Friday morning. That store also provided shoes for the Girls on the Run race. They host a sprint triathlon during the winter, and they train Friday mornings at our pool.

hmmm…I wonder….is it time to fish or cut bait?

cross posted at: imswimming.net