I was so proud of my son Connar today! Several months ago he asked me if I would run Bloomsday (a huge, 7.2 mile road race) with him. I agreed. Honestly…I didn’t think he would run far, I thought we would walk most of it – I completely underestimated him!
Bloomsday is huge…our group crossed the starting line about half an hour after the top seeded runners began the race. {There was actually an announcement before we began, that the race had been won}. I kept telling Connar that he could set the pace, I would follow him. When we started he took off like a shot, running like a pro and he didn’t slow down until the 4-mile marker. I was so impressed, he wove in and out of the crowd and just kept running. I was amazed and so proud of him.
Around 4 miles…he started getting tired and needed a quick pit stop. We stopped at the bottom of Doomsday hill.
Connar and I walked up the hill, and ran/walk to the Fire Department water station…we kept saying, “We’re almost to Daddy!” From there we truly were almost done. Connar was really tired and his stomach hurt, but he kept going….running a bit and then walking to catch his breath.
When we turned the corner to the Finish Line I was overwhelmed and teared up. Connar gave me a high 5 and a grin saying, “thanks for running this with me Mommy!” What an overwhelming mom moment…I even forgot to get a picture. We ran all the way across the finish! It’s an unbelievable feeling to be awed by your kid….this was a great day!

