I Wanna Go Fast

Within one week Will and I both ran in races.  I did a half marathon with my running buddies at Stanford, and Will did a 200 M race in a local neighborhood.  That's a big distance for a little guy who insists on being pushed in a stroller or carried almost everywhere.  He seriously will remind me to bring the baby carrier for Elliot so that he can ride in the shopping cart or stroller instead of walking.  I wasn't sure he would finish the race, but he did so well!  He easily ran the whole way, and didn't come even close to being last.  This has made me a lot less sympathetic lately, and he has since then walked all the way home, all the way through a store, and most of the way to the library.
Will was pretty bummed that he didn't win.  He was sad while everyone told him, "Good job!"  He reluctantly gave high-fives.  He finally admitted to his best friend who ran in another race, "I didn't winned."  Later he did realize that he had fun running in the race, and it's OK if you don't win. 


I also didn't "winned" a race, but I did set a personal record!  I wasn't sure I could do it, but we started with an uncomfortable pace, and never let up for the whole race.  Despite two blasted bathroom stops, I still nearly sprinted at the end to... finish in less than two hours!  Yay!  It was a perfect day.  I had my friends to run with, family to meet at the finish, and an excellent after-race party.  In the middle of the run I was already thinking about my next race, but I have barely run since that day about two weeks ago!  I really need a plan and goal if I'm going to keep exercising.