I asked Amelia, our 6-year-old, if she wanted to do it. She nervously agreed. She wasn’t sure what she was agreeing to. Her concerns were what she’d do if she had to use the restroom (this is always a concern), and what she would do if she got thirsty.
The race began and Landon took off! Amelia and I started our mosey. Less than a quarter mile in, she said her legs were tired. “Oh, no,” I thought. This was going to be a long three miles.
Our jog turned into a swift walk and finally a meander. At one point I asked her if she wanted me to carry her. Aghast at the thought, she said that would be cheating. Something we’re teaching her must be working. The girls and I are pictured with Landon.