When I told my daughters Eleanor (7) and Charlotte (3) that I wanted to run in a race, they said they would be my cheerleaders and promptly started cheering, "Yay Mommy! Run fast!" Eleanor was not happy when she learned that running in this race means that I will have to practice for it. As I was going out to run yesterday, she stopped me and said, "Mommy, you may not win your race, you know, because it's your first one. I don't want you to be disappointed." I told her that making it through the race was more important than winning.
Eleanor, being my main cheerleader, decorated my motivational box for me. A run results in a prize.
The go.go bear is cheering me on, too.
Of course, the box is full of chocolate and a few motivational cards. I have a good team behind me.
In related news, I got this email last night. I set six new records yesterday on my "run." Maybe I should stop while I'm ahead.
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