How To Ace A Race With Kids – Part II

The other day I discussed the first step in racing with kids – Pick a Race.

Today, we’ll look at the next two steps:  Pick a Place & Pick a Pace

After a mud run...

After a mud run…I thought 3 boys would like this, but they were mostly just cold and didn’t like waiting in line to shower & change before I let them in the car.

Picking a Place
When I talk about “Place” I really mean teaching your kids about race etiquette.  In order for them to really enjoy the experience, I think it’s important for them to have spent some time around races so they know the culture, the crowds, the noise, the expectations.  It helps alleviate the shell shock so when they show up with race day adrenaline pumping through their teeny tiny veins.  They can handle the whole experience better this way.

Potty Talk
One thing I was surprised by (especially as a parent of boys, was the shock of having to stand in line for bathrooms and then…gasp…they smell and are dirty.  Given their propensity to and love for peeing in any bush without question, this was a little surprising.  Also, most racers are willing to let a hippity, hopping, crotch clutching kid cut in line if they really need to go.  Maybe I should bring them to all of my races?

Proof my kids do like each other and get along.  Also at the start of the PCRF 5k Source

Proof my kids do like each other and get along. Also at the start of the PCRF 5k Source

Corral Crowds

By far the most unnerving part is starting in the corral.  In typical fashion, kids just want to go to the front of the line.  This is not the time nor place for you kid to be the line leader (unless it’s a kid’s race or they are running a 14-18 minute 5k).

Yes I know it’s exciting, yes I like being there too, but I usually have a conversation that goes something like this:

“Honey, see that man who looks like a praying mantis he’s so tall and lean and is wearing a pair of shorts that is smaller than most of the diapers you wore? Yes, honey, he’s going to be eyeing the finish line before you even hit mile marker 1, so let’s let him go in front. kthanksbye.”

Vanilla running a kids run

Vanilla running a kids run

It’s also a matter of safety:  the first 1/4 to 1/2 mile of a race is everyone trying to get into their pace, break free from the crowds, etc.  It’s really easy for focused runners to not see the pint-sized competitors and trip over them causing a major safety hazard in a crowded start.

Cool Rules
Also make sure kids know the rules in advance:  stay on the course, don’t dart from side to side tripping up other runners, etc.  By now, I am making this sound like an awful lot of fun, eh?  My writing is probably coming across like Charlie Brown’s teacher, but there are also some other rules I teach my kids as well…

Laguna Hills Marathon Chocolate

Chocolate running a 1k when he was 3

-Laugh, Laugh, Laugh – this is fun…make jokes, raise your hands and yell how far you’ve gone at the mile markers (my favorite is to do the Count from Sesame Street at each mile marker….”One! One mile…hah hah hah hah!”)

-Water Days – I’ll never forget the first time my kids each hit a water station and I explained they could take a sip and THROW the cup to the side on the ground.  Then I explained you could even pour the water on your own head (not anyone else’s unless you ask first).  The giggles, smiles and memories that come from the water tables are probably the best of the race (other than the finish line of course).

And now for the last and probably simplest rule:  Pick your Pace.

By nature, kids push boundaries- that’s what they were designed to do.  They will want to go out sprinting and will die about 1/4 of a mile in, and they have a long way to go…ensure that they aren’t going gangbusters too early- especially their first few races.  As Strawberry has gotten more experienced, I’ve noticed he can usually hold his own pace…but sometimes I need to just get him slowed down out of the gate (uh, he clearly gets this from his mother).

Photo courtesy of Heather

Photo courtesy of Heather.  What? You didn’t know there were Team Gab mini-dresses? #mommyneedslongershorts

If you can get another adult to help split kids into groups that run a similar pace – I could not recommend this more.

Push vs. Pull
Now comes the part, I struggle the most with – where do you go from challenging and encouraging your kids to pushing them.  At the PCRF 5k, I was running with two kids who have entirely different abilities.  It was so frustrating.  I was having to hold one back and try not to push the other one too far.  Apparently my “You’re amazing, you can do this, just a little bit further honey’s!” were too much because at mile 2.25 he yells,

STOP MOM YOU’RE BEING ANNOYING!”

At the finish line Source

At the finish line – not annoyed now are we? Source

Each kid is different – some need a little external motivation, others do juuuust fine on their own.  Just remember, at the finish line, you don’t want them to hate you.

Stop vs. Go
Also remember that your kid might want to stop or walk for a few minutes.  Be sure to pull them to the side to do this.  Also, while the event us super memorable, don’t run ahead and stop to take pictures if the course is crowded.  Not only can it annoy some racers, but can actually be very dangerous and create a tripping hazard resulting in a domino effect tripping & falling fiasco.

Do you cheer for kids on the course?

What’s the most amazing kid racing situation you’ve witnessed?

I always like watching kids push it at the end – they truly understand how to give it their all and do it moreso than most adults, so I could watch the last 100 yards of a 5k with kids all.day.long.  I wish I could bottle that tenacity up and pour it in my coffee every morning!

How to Ace a Race With Kids – Part I

5 Miles
Sloggy, Soggy Strides

I told you that I’d be back to give you more details on the PCRF 5k...but mostly, this is your somewhat informed guide to surviving a 5k with multiple children.  I’ve raced with Strawberry a handful of times, but Sunday was the first attempt to get 3 kids between 6-8 and to run a 5k.

I *mostly* survived.

Photo courtesy of the fabulous running photog Heather

Photo courtesy of the fabulous running photog Heather

In order to do this effectively, I really think you need to hit all 3 -ace’s:
-Pick your Race
-Pick your Place
-Pick your Pace

Honestly, I think it’s worth a few posts to cover this appropriately, so today I’ll just cover the first one – Picking your Race.

Pick Your Race
First of all, be smart about your race.  Embrace your inner Goldilocks and remember, not too big, not too small…but get that race size juuuuust riiiiight.

The Big Kahuna Perks & Pouts:
Don’t pick a 5k with 8,000 relatively competitive runners all trying to PR.  Last spring I did a Hot Chocolate 5k with Strawberry for his 7th birthday (his race entry was what he actually asked for as a gift…he’s corrupted already).  It was a little chaotic since it was a fairly sizable race, and I spent a lot of time body checking people (don’t mess with mama bear) the first 3/4 of a mile or so as we went around a lot of corners to ensure my little man didn’t get taken out by a rogue, PR-setting adult.

Unbridled, gut wrenching tenacity...

That said, we pretty much forgot about all our woes as the race thinned out, he got a new PR (28:45) and then we dove head first into chocolate, chocolate, chocolate…which I truly think is how every race should end if kids are involved.

The pros of a bigger race – the crowd support and post-race goodies.  At the end of the Hot Chocolate 5k, we hit the last half mile which had a ton of cheers, cowbells and general chaos that kids love. The little man realized he could get a new PR if he broke loose…I’ve never seen a kid kick it into high gear for so long at the end of the race and I attribute this less to eating his Wheaties that morning and more to the hundreds of people screaming for him.

Let’s face it, as a kid, running 3.1 miles is a lot of work, so some sugar, smiles and shout outs from the crowd are always monstrously fun during and after a race.


Teeny Tiny Perks and Pouts:

Strawberry’s first 5k was a really small local race up in the San Fernando Valley and it was just about 120 people or so and was fairly disorganized.  The great news was I didn’t have to drag a crabby, overtired 6 year-old to a chaotic starting line uber early in the morning.

Strawberry's First 5k

Strawberry’s First 5k

And while family was waiting at the finish line, it was pretty anti-climatic along the course and he didn’t get quite the same buzz as he has with medium-to-larger sized races.  In addition, he had total and utter disappointment that he did not get a medal.  Let’s face, it at 6.5 bling is your thing.

That said, it was nice not to worry about craziness, crowds, and parking and to just focus on running….

Other Tips

  • If you can find races with a “Walk” option or that are targeted towards kids or families (like PCRF, a color run, a chocolate run…or basically any gimmick run out there) you’re sure to find a great race that’s large enough to feel like a big freaking deal to a little person, but small enough to not worry about constantly losing your children or them dying of a New Balance & Newton stampede.
  • Also remember that no matter how tired your kids are during the race and how much they complain, you’re literally going to find nothing more fun than free stuff, rides and attention at a killer post-race celebration.
  • I also like to write my kid’s names on their bibs or give them a cutesy t-shirt with something (for Strawberry’s birthday run he wore a shirt that said, “Wish me a Happy 7th birthday” and I wore one that said, “Wish the cute redhead next to me a happy birthday”) so people can cheer for them specifically.
  • For little kids, bling is just as important as it is to Dolly Parton in her stage getups – it matters!  After Strawberry’s first 5k, he didn’t get so much as a piece of paper acknowledging his race.  Though he as pretty high on himself, he was a little bummed to not have a “souvenir” to remember the event.

(In other news he asked me what a souvenir was the other day and I explained, “It’s something you take and/or keep to remember a time and/or place.  Kind of like you’re a souvenir from my 20′s”…sadly my lame joke actually got him to understand the concept)

Any other tips?

I actually am curious at what age you would actually let your kid run a 5k alone…this has been a heated topic in our house lately.

PCRF 5K Race Review & Recap

Saturday:
8 Miles
Coulda Gone on Forever Strides

Sunday:  
3.1 Miles
5k Dominating, Kid Wrangling Strides

This morning was the perfect morning to run a long distance race.  Mid-50′s, overcast with a slight mist and slight winds.  But I got to have the awesome experience of not having my physical endurance tried, just my emotional patience as I tried to wrangle 3 kids to the early start line of the PCRF 5k.

IMG_3501After an early wakeup call, and the realization that one of said children had hit up my waning supply of Nuun tattoos, we parked at the Irvine Spectrum and walked on over to the start line.

You want to know what’s more fun than finding out that there’s no bathroom lines at the Port-a-Potties?

Explaining why you must go to the bathroom to 3 kids between the ages of 6-8 and telling them they will absolutely not die going in to a portable bathroom.  Newsflash:  Everyone survived.

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PCRF is a medium-sized, super family friendly race that really is the best of the best if you want your kids to try out a 5k.   It was Vanilla & Chocolate’s first 5k, and Strawberry walked around strutting his stuff trying to figure out if it was his day for a PR (Spoiler alert: it wasn’t, but it wasn’t his fault).

We hit the starting line and caught Heather in the corral and set off.  Right away we split into two teams (one adult with Vanilla and Chocolate and Strawberry decided to try the “fast race” with me).  By the mile mark we realized that this was not Chocolate’s day and we were going far slower than his fleet footed brother’s patience could bear.  I spent the entire race trying to keep them from killing one another.  More on this later this week when I talk about how to race with small children.

It’s a relatively flat, quick course (maybe I’ve been running too many longer races, I have no idea what a good 5k course is anymore so correct me if I’m wrong) and with a half mile left I realized there was virtually no crowd support and I was watching kid after kid between the ages of 8-10 blow past us, so I let Strawberry take the wheels out for a little spin and told him to wait by the medal hander outer at the finish line until I got there.

Strawberry finished in 29 minutes and change.  Chocolate in 30:05 and Vanilla in 35 and change.  They had a great time running….but then the real fun began.

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Jump around...jump up, jump and get down!

Jump around…jump up, jump and get down!

The expo after is pretty much every 5k running kid’s dream.  Despite the protests that the legs were too tired to walk/run on the course, they suddenly found renewed strength and stamina to tackle fun things like: trampoline jumping, waiting in line to get Jamba Juice, Juice it Up, popcorn, free hot dogs, free corn dogs, photo booths, caricature drawings, etc.  We stayed for several hours and probably could have lasted longer had the winds not picked up and I hadn’t started freezing.  #socalweenie

Corndogs at 8am?  Why not?!

Corndogs at 8am? Why not?!

I have to say that this race is so family friendly.  My grandmother was in town visiting and the parking was so far away from the post-race area and she has a hard time walking around.  I stopped by the solutions tent and within minutes they had me in a van driving to the Spectrum Center to pick her up….that’s taking family friendly to a whole ‘nother level.

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Family bonding over the first 5k!

Overall, if you’re looking for a super family friend race or if your bambinos are wanting to take the 5k plunge, I couldn’t recommend this race any more highly.  It’s enough people to be exciting, not enough to worry about them getting chucked off the course like a person in Pamplona…the after race festivities are beyond fabulous and even the “inefficiencies” (craptastic parking) can provide a workaround if you need it.

Do you ever race with your kids?

What’s your favorite post-race activity?

True Confession Thursday: Kids, Kids, Kids….

5 Miles
Swimmy, Swammy, Samson Strides

You know those days where you just think you’ve had enough and then…

well, you open up a kid’s homework folder you see this.

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When did “whore” get on the spelling list this week?

My response to my mom and sisters:  It’s nice to see Meg is happy to see her friends even if they are a little slutty.  

Funny how sometimes a little sideways “s” makes you change your perspective and chuckle (along with others).

Screen Shot 2013-05-02 at 6.58.29 AM.pngI’m slowly getting back into my running routine post-Boston.  Even 2 weeks out I can tell my recovery is still slow-going.  Yesterday I got a 5-miler in…and…

Yeah- hello inconsistency.  My splits are as varied as Lindsay Lohan’s personality these days.

For what it’s worth I’m pretty sure I stopped to stretch in mile 3 for a bit and forgot to turn my timer off, but I can’t be sure – it might very well be the strangest splits I’ve seen.

In other news, I have a BIG race this weekend.

3 boys 3 medals

Last year after the Laguna Hills 1k for Kids

And by big I mean HUGE…because not only are we running the PCRF 5k on Team Gab, but more importantly, the Vanilla & Chocolate are running their first 5k!

Strawberry’s already asked if I can “pace him to a new PR” (PR’s are a disease and he’s got it) in his efforts.  Given that they haven’t actually done a single training run – I’m thinking they’ll be…

JUST FINE.

Have you ever hung out with 3 little boys before?  Yes, they could be running better if we had done a training run or 5, but if I slapped a pedometer on their little feet, they probably run 3 miles every 30 minutes when they’re outside with the neighbor kids playing.

Do you ever run with your kids?

Do you ever race with your kids?
I do from time to time and it’s SOOOOO hard watching all the speedsters cruise by during the race knowing that I could be there pushing myself with them, but there’s nothing that replaces crossing the finish line and seeing the look on their faces – so speed on speedsters, I get the biggest hug at the end of the finish line that just can’t be replaced!

March Half: Team Gab Virtual Half

13.1 Miles
Solo Race Strides

Back about a month ago, I signed up to run the Team Gab Virtual Half Marathon because it’s for an awesome cause, and I used it to fill my March half quota in my seeking to do 12 in 12.

I set out without any watch and turned my “voice notification” off my MapmyRun app so I had no idea how fast I was or wasn’t going.  I stopped to take pictures, hit the bathrooms and even walked .6 of a mile while trying to stretch out my IT band…and still ran a 1:51.  So it wasn’t too shabby of a race :)

Though I do have some pros and cons to send to the local race director:

  • IMG_2384-002Pro:  Awesome job on the start time and managing to work it in between the rain storm
  • Con:  The course was really muddy and slippery.  I literally almost fell “banana peel style” on abut 5 snails throughout the run.
  • Pro:  The course scenery was beautiful – sunshine, clouds, rainbows and perfect temps
  • Con:  The local race director kept rerouting the course mid-race to include more and more sets of hills to make the race “more challenging”
  • Pro:  The bathroom lines were super short

imagesI opted to sport my new ProCompression socks I won from Danica.  They sent me my favorite neon green color which I love for early morning runs to help keep me visible to drivers.  Katie, a Mom from school and Karla, my grocery checker, all said they saw me running the Team Gab race that morning.

I find this remarkable since clearly people off the street can not only see, but recognize me in my ridiculously bright socks, but the car flying around the right turn barely notices.  Grrr…I digress.

On Saturday, Heather hosted a local, small self-paced race and the boys and I grabbed a mile lap with a few local runners.  Check out these crazy kids….(oh and, and Sarah and Traci - and yes, Traci and I color coordinated our run).

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Photo Courtesy of Heather

Have you ever done a virtual race?

What’s your favorite type of training terrain?
I actually really love[hate] to train on long, moderately inclined hills.  I feel I’m getting the most for my workout.

True Confession Thursday: I’m a Monster

3 miles
Short but Speedy Strides (7:37, 7:15, & 7:01)

I had to squeeze in an evening run with the babes at the park.

Let’s have a little talk about my youngest son.  He’s an artist through and through.  He documents his little world in various journals that he draws and writes in and then litters all over my house.

So I was a little disturbed when I found this picture in one of his journals the other day.

I mean, what kind of woman does he think I am?  Though I’d like to thank him for *ahem* being very generous in a not so well endowed area.  And a little too generous in my mid-drift section!  But come on, my stomach only looks like that when I’m doing planks (thank you baby skin)!

Turns out I shouldn’t have been so flattered because when I asked him about it, he informed my narcissistic self that it is actually the Incredible Hulk, not moi.  (He was drawing this based on the picture from his underwear) This is good because last time I checked I had 10 toes, not 9.

I still think he’s covering his tracks since the other night I may or may not have been sporting a similar look when NO ONE WOULD LISTEN TO ME AND CLEAN THEIR ROOM.

But all is forgiven since I earlier this week I was recuperating from having my ankle/calf Graston-ed (literally super sore that evening) and I just wanted 30 minutes to watch football and relax and well….

Apparently this is code word for snuggle and climb all over mom:

Go replacement refs!

I figured the emotional and physical exertion from watching the reffing game counted as the run I wasn’t getting on Monday due to my ankle still yelling at me about the dreadmill on Sunday.

If you were a monster what type would you be?
Can you ever lay on your couch alone? 
Tell me about your best run this week since mine have been craptastic.

Daycation Round II

Things have been wild in my world lately.  And I was incredibly blessed with the opportunity to get a free hotel room in Carlsbad this Saturday to get away on another little daycation with the boys.

Daycation:   Disrupting your regularly scheduled programming to reconnect and recollect (your thoughts, lives and schedule) for a day.

If you haven’t noticed yet, I’m a big fan.  I can’t always swing a big, fancy vacation, but when things get out of whack, there is hardly anything I want more than a chance to whisk my babes away and tuck in for 24 hours of connection and fun.

The day started out as planned.  We finished a morning of soccer and hit Carlsbad to go to the beach.

I literally spent 3.5 hours watching them play in the waves playing pseudo-lifeguard and trying to trust them as they ventured further and further into the water.  The boys say their favorite part was when my beach chair collapsed and I fell flat on my duff into the sand leaving me covered head to toe in sand.

Plan #1:  Success. 

I had a foolproof genius plan to get dinner with a Groupon so it would be cheap and easy. Color me foolish, it failed.  Between that and a missing household item we were driving around trying to find A: A Target, Walmart, or anything that might carry a certain child’s item I needed and B:  Dinner.

Yep, another Costco

Turns out the closest thing was Costco.  We grabbed a few non-perishable items we needed and bounced out only for me to hear, “I can’t wait for dinner I’m soooooo hungry“.  This is so obviously different from any other day of the week.

Lest you think we are boring, this Costco had a reverse layout of the one at home, so I don’t want to hear that we don’t know how to live it up!

Due to the loudly protested immediate hunger need, we grabbed a few slices of pizza and salads before heading back to the hotel.  That dinner set me back a whopping $13.

Oh and I happened to grab this:

Our nice dinner out ended up being salad & pizza on the floor of the hotel room (don’t even remind me of the germs I was feigning denial during this meal) and I had the wine, but no bottle opener.

Plan #2:  Fail.

Then we all fell asleep and slept for 12 hours.  Uh, I can’t remember the last time I slept for 10 hours, no less 12.  I was literally asleep by 8:15 and we didn’t get up until the same time the next morning.  I think we all needed to catch up on some rest.  Daycation success.

The next morning I shrugged off the guilt from not running for about 4 days and got super creative.

Yep, my children watched “Minute to Win It” on the floor of the hotel gym while I cranked out about 4 miles.  I negotiated pool time and waffles for this deal.

My plan had been to do 10-12 miles on Friday or Saturday, but that clearly didn’t happen. 4 super slow miles on the dreadmill was going to have to do.

Plan #3: Fail.

We got thrown another loop with a school project due on Monday so we headed home early to cover ourselves in glitter and paint.  I didn’t want to watch football anyway.

Plan #4:  Fail.

Have you ever daycationed?
What’s the most creative thing you’ve done to sneak a run in?
Are you a germaphone?  If so, I’m sorry because you’re probably Lysoling the screen right now.

The Daycation

40 minutes on stairmaster
Sweaty Steppin’ Strides

Ever feel like the pace of life is spinning out of control faster than a bike at the gym?

Yeah, me either.

Gone for a day or week?

So by Sunday morning I knew it was time to reset life from race pace to a nice recovery tempo.  I wasn’t sure how to do it, so I threw a bunch of our favorite stuff into the car and started driving north.

We wound up in Santa Monica and beat the heat avoiding crowds and got ourselves a little 7ish mile bike/razor ride.  I, on the other hand, partied like it was 1994 and strapped on my roller blades to strengthen my whatever muscles runners don’t exercise very much.

The premise of the daycation was not a day at the beach – we do that often enough.  The idea was less about the activity and more about pulling the reigns back on our pace and slooowwwing down.

Check out the little babes behind me – see exercising with kids is possible!

Our day at the beach allowed us to focus on the small things we miss in our hasty race pace…like sand in our buttcracks, avoiding jellyfish stings and trying to undo the emotional damage Shark Week wreaked on 3 little boys.

Sand crabs- nature’s pet for a day.

We then drove up to my aunt’s house for a family dinner and playing corn hole (as they call it).  I’m sorry, but in the Midwest it’s called bags and you can play a lot better because the humidity slicks the boards up nicely.  While we had the heat on Sunday, the humidity was severely lacking.

Corn hole? Sounds naughty. Bags works for me.

My family is 2 legit in awesomeness in our birthday photo taking tradition.  Every birthday – same shot!

Like I said the other day, my injury is resurfacing because I was getting to pacey and forgot to look at the spacey around me.  This little daycation reminded me that it was time to do that in not only life, but my running as well.  Thanks injury, you’re swell.

We reset our clocks, and I’d like to say our attitudes, but as I type I hear 2 babes fighting over a pair of socks…because of all the things to fight over in the world, socks are most definitely on the top of the list.

How do you slow down?
Have you ever taken a daycation?

The In Between Place

5 mile progressive run
Steadily Speedier Strides

Mile 1- 8:46
Mile 2- 8:21
Mile 3- 7:25 (this is where I ditched the kids)
Mile 4- 7:16
Mile 5- 7:13

A face only a mother could love. This was post-run. He was super happy about it the whole experience.

My kids were awful this morning.  I mean A.W.F.U.L.  Soccer camp in the heat for 5-6 hours a day is eating them alive and toying with my patience as well.

So I made them serve penance – riding their razors with me as fast as I could yell at them to go for about 2.5-3 miles.  It was fugly man, really fugly.  Hot, crabby, sweaty miles.

Which leads me to the in between place.  When your babes are little there’s the dreaded jogging stroller run.  Pushing your body weight or more is no fun whatsoever.

But then you get to the point where the jogging stroller is no longer an option and your kids aren’t old enough to either stay home alone or really do more than a few miles with you.

The in-between place.

Since it’s just the boys and me at the house, getting up early and sneaking out isn’t an option, so I’ve got to be creative.  My approach….

-Hit the trails.  We have paved bike trails around here which make it easy for me to keep an eye on the kids and for them to ride their bikes or Razors.   Plus who says it isn’t cool to have your own running entourage.  It’s as close as I’ll ever get to a motorcycle escort.  The downside is keeping them on the right side of the bike path so as to not piss off the bikers.  We often fail miserably at this.

Park galore!

-Park Paths.  This is so not my fave, but I do it anyway. We have a local park with a .4 mile path around it.  The kids play soccer, count my laps, complain, high five me and scream at one another while I lap it around the park.  I can usually make it about 10 laps before I start hating my life.

Our local park. You can frequently hear me yelling, “Shake it off!” from a quarter mile away.

-Bribery.  When all else fails I pull the Yogurtland card.  It’s a hop, skip and jump from the bike path/park we usually go to.  I’ve also been known to make my famous banana soft serve or promise night swimming in order to keep the kids engaged.

Swimming goes a long way in our house…

What to expect:

-Slow miles.  I am trying to focus on running, keeping kids in check, refereeing the bickering and all on the right side of the trail.  This does not make for an efficient nor relaxing run.  That said, when I ditch my kids at the playground, I can tear it up on the path around it especially since I know my time is limited and it’s only a matter of moments before chaos erupts.

-Gritting your teeth.  I shave off .5 mm every time I do this.  At this rate, I’ll have to get implants (and not the typical OC kind if you know what I mean…)by 2014.

-Swearing under your breath. See picture below

My son snapped this as we were leaving. I believe I was asking (for the 3rd time) to get the razors and go home.

-Heartwarming Encouragement.  “Mom, you’re so fast!”  “Mom, you’re amazing!”  “Mom, did you pee your pants yet?”  As an added bonus the entire surrounding neighborhood hears the cheers!

-Crazy stares.  Oh well, that’s just normal.  C’est la vie.  I can’t go anywhere without gawkers galore…we just stand out a wee bit in public.

Any other tips or tricks for running with kids in the “in between” age?

I Came, I Tried, I Won – Huh?

Saturday 3 generations hit the OC Roads to dabble with our first triathlon!  The iTryathlon in Irvine was actually a pretty fun, small local race.  There were about 500 people who participated and the mix was women and youth.  It made for an interesting dynamic, but the race was super organized (as most Renegade Races are), incredibly family friendly and a wee bit hot at the end!   Even with all my nerves and “where to go when?” jitters, it was seamless thanks to the Renegade staff.

Myself, Strawberry and Mumsie Poo all post-race

And a special shoutout to them because they made accommodations to help me meet my mumsie to finish her out.  The transition area manager saw me come through for my swim and was waiting by my bike when I returned and got me set on my way to find her.  Monster bonus points for that unique accommodation!

Showing off the goods!

And I’d say it was mostly a success!  I posted Saturday morning about my concerns (wedgies, falls, etc.) it turned out that none of my fears came true.  And for the record I forewent the garbage bag & duct tape swimwear.

5k:  21:16
Transition 1:  55 seconds
Bike (9 miles): 34:23
Transition 2 & Swim – Not recorded :( Boo!
Total Time:  1:03:35
1st place in Division, 8th woman overall

5K was okay – got a positive split so I went out too fast :(   It’s also very humbling in a women & youth race when you’re getting your behind kicked by 13 year-old prepubescent boys and watching 15  & 17 year old girls hang out front.  Man, I felt old.
Mile 1- 6:30
Mile 2- 7:46 (all uphill)
Mile 3- 7

Bike:  I have no idea on my bike splits, but I was a hurting puppy on the mile 2 & 5.5 respectively uphill stint.

Swim:  I have no idea what happened…I pulled a Michael Phelps and ended up with one lens of my goggles full of water and the other half full.  I’d take a peak out of my right eye every 30 seconds or so to see where I was.  Rumor has it I passed one person.  I have no clue though!

Highlights

1:  Dashing out of the pool, running back to my bike and meeting up with my mom for the last 2 miles of the bike and then swimming her to the finish.

Mumsie poo & I!

2:  Watching Strawberry kill it in his race (3rd place Division finish).  The half mile race was half uphill.  I may or may not have stood there yelling, “Hills make men!” to him repeatedly.

Hills make men. I may have said that to a running group of all men recently too.  I’m shocked they invited me back to run with them again.

3:  Literally biking next of groups of women singing, “I want to ride my bicycle…let’s hear it ladies…I want to ride my – ____” and made them fill in bike.  If they wouldn’t I’d tell them that yelling or singing bike would make them go faster.  That said, I just might have done a wee bit better if I didn’t spend 2 miles uphill trying to get people to sing.  Whoops.

4:  Super fun awards ceremony afterward.  They had one pro participate who was there signing medals for the kids (and some adults!) and they gave out tons of awards for small age groups which is rare in a small race.  Since it was targeted at newbies in the tri-world this was a GREAT way to get people motivated.  Showed Renegade’s commitment to encouraging people in the sport.  Monster kudos to you!

Kiddos spent the rest of the day at the pool and I literally sat in my swimsuit from the race with compression socks on (it’s a super awesome look, OC approved) until it was time to take Grandma Honey back to the airport.

I found this driving home:

Apparently being a cheerleader is VERY exhausting!