While I was away at the MAD Blog Awards a couple of weeks ago, a strange thing happened. My husband managed to persuade our two big boys to get out of bed early on a Saturday morning to do Parkrun!
A week later and we let my younger son off after a very tiring week of school, but we dragged my eldest out of bed again for a family Parkrun.
It was my turn to run with my daughter. My turn to put up with her moaning that her legs hurt/ she felt sick/ her time wasn’t good enough for the entire second lap.
She’d got her PB down to 31 minutes and was hoping to knock it down further. I’ll be honest, I wasn’t confident. She always runs her best times with my husband as he
nags motivates her. I’m too soft on her and let her ease up when she moans that she feels sick. But her aim was 30 minutes. We decided to run with her best friend’s brother, who is two years younger and an awesome runner like her friend, and their dad – who is a very good motivator.
But my daughter also had her brother in her sights. He was about a minute ahead for most of the run and we were running at a better pace than usual – finishing the first lap in 10 and a half minutes.
Suddenly, having her brother in her sights wasn’t good enough.
‘I can see him!’ she yelled and she took off, leaving her friend’s brother and dad behind.
She was absolutely determined to catch her brother. Despite the fact that he was a minute ahead and is five years older and a lot bigger than her. She was running way too fast. Or so I thought. She was out of breath, but she didn’t moan that her legs hurt or she felt sick. She just kept closing the gap.
The second lap disappeared in no time. She didn’t moan once. She caught her brother, we had a quick chat, and then it was clear he was actually running too slowly for us. So my daughter carried on at her incredible pace. The third lap disappeared in no time too.
She was on for her PB.
She was on for 30 minutes.
She smashed it.
She finished in 29 minutes and 31 seconds. She’d knocked two minutes off her personal best (and without Daddy nagging her!) and a full 10 minutes off her time when she first started Parkrun this summer.
It’s remarkable what a competitive girl can achieve when she’s motivated by beating her big brother.