Mama D, Mama K (CD5K), Mama S

Pride

I can’t even begin to express the joy I felt earlier today when Mama D’s name was announced as the 2nd place winner of her age group at this morning’s 5K race. She had toyed with the idea of participating in the race all week. We went back and forth numerous times about signing up. I ultimately decided that my husband should run this one and I’d be happy to be on kid/cheerleader duty. Mama D however…. When I arrived this morning, Mama D was ready with a race bib, a sleeveless t-shirt, hair in pigtails. I was all smiles because it looked like Mama S and I would have the opportunity to cheer her on (something we love to do because Mama S and I love to talk about how Mama D thinks she’s a Slogger, but she’s really not – today proves it).

The gun went off and all the runners began cutting through the thick air with their bodies, everyone looked strong. As they took off down the course, the temperature began to rise quickly and the humidity just kept thickening the air. No sooner did they leave, did the “fast guys in the front” start coming back in sight 16 minutes later. Runners started trickling in, we cheered for all of them. For as uncomfortable as the conditions were, everyone appeared to finish strong too – the human body is an amazing machine! As runners raced through the finish chute, they grabbed their waters and quickly and happily started congregating to review their 3.1 miles. A long enough time later, when our conversation changed over to other topics such as daily plans of cleaning, laundry, the baby, other big kids, etc. we were jarred back to the reality of the winners being awarded.

What a thrill it was to hear a fellow Mamas name called to come up and receive her award. How glorious a surprise after she felt it was a horrible run in the heat and humidity (she did great, don’t listen to her). Mama S and I have waited for the day for Mama D to claim her prize!

pride (prd)
n.
1. A sense of one’s own proper dignity or value; self-respect.

2. Pleasure or satisfaction taken in an achievement, possession, or association: parental pride.

Yep, that’s what I felt. Pride. Pleasure and satisfaction that one of my fellow Soleful Mamas was recognized for all the hard work and commitment she puts into her sport of running. Well done, Mama D. Well done.

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Now the rest of us have to go out and blaze a trail of awesomeness this week!
-Mama K

*Thoughts on Granny Soles “Inside Hug” post will be shared early next week. I would love to hear yours too! Confession: I’ve been inside hugging myself all weekend… Yikes!*

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