She wore a pair of Merrell Pure Gloves, just FYI.
Last year, my six year old got "Needs Improvement" in phys ed because, as the phys ed teacher observed, "Ingrid is selective regarding which activities she will give her full effort." She has steadfastly resisted participating in kids races. "NOOOOOOOOOO!"
Yesterday, she had to run The Mile in school, and we were wondering how it was going to go. Surprisingly, she woke up excited about the whole thing. Yay!
She killed it! She placed seventh in her class of 26, and was the 2nd girl. She claims her time was 10:20. Not bad for a girl who flunked gym in kindergarten.
But here's what I really had to share - her race report.
Her: "Luis, and he's really mean, he pushed me out of the way so he could get ahead of me!"
Me: "Oh no! So, Luis beat you because he pushed you? He was probably just really mad about getting chicked. Maybe you can beat him in the spring."
Her: "Luis didn't beat me! I beat Luis. He got ahead of me, but I stayed behind him. Then, on the last lap, when I passed him I said, 'Boy, Luis, you must be getting really tired from running so fast!' AND IT WORKED! He stopped running and started walking. But I didn't stop - I sprinted to the finish."
Me: "Wait a second - so you went up to Luis and psyched him out by telling him he was probably tired so you could get ahead?!?!?! Did you really do that?!?!"
Her: "Well, yeah. WhaddamIgonnado? He's bigger than me, and it's not like I could push him, MOM!!!! So I figured I'd just tell him he was tired and he'd believe me."
Last year, my six year old got "Needs Improvement" in phys ed because, as the phys ed teacher observed, "Ingrid is selective regarding which activities she will give her full effort." She has steadfastly resisted participating in kids races. "NOOOOOOOOOO!"
Yesterday, she had to run The Mile in school, and we were wondering how it was going to go. Surprisingly, she woke up excited about the whole thing. Yay!
She killed it! She placed seventh in her class of 26, and was the 2nd girl. She claims her time was 10:20. Not bad for a girl who flunked gym in kindergarten.
But here's what I really had to share - her race report.
Her: "Luis, and he's really mean, he pushed me out of the way so he could get ahead of me!"
Me: "Oh no! So, Luis beat you because he pushed you? He was probably just really mad about getting chicked. Maybe you can beat him in the spring."
Her: "Luis didn't beat me! I beat Luis. He got ahead of me, but I stayed behind him. Then, on the last lap, when I passed him I said, 'Boy, Luis, you must be getting really tired from running so fast!' AND IT WORKED! He stopped running and started walking. But I didn't stop - I sprinted to the finish."
Me: "Wait a second - so you went up to Luis and psyched him out by telling him he was probably tired so you could get ahead?!?!?! Did you really do that?!?!"
Her: "Well, yeah. WhaddamIgonnado? He's bigger than me, and it's not like I could push him, MOM!!!! So I figured I'd just tell him he was tired and he'd believe me."