I’ve known CGT for, well, her whole life. My sister has been more of her primary babysitter since I went off to college right after her 2nd birthday (oh gosh, I feel old). But, I’ve filled in babysitting gaps here and there and always go to see CGT and her brother, Clip, when I’m home.
When CGT cried because her parents were leaving to go to dinner, I’d give her two “sassy cookies” that would be “our little secret.” [Sassy is what she calls her grandmother who makes the cookies…hence, “sassy cookies.”] I’ve played barbies, I’ve bargained at bedtime (“please stay here with me until I fall asleep, Meggie”), I’ve even brushed my teeth with one of her numerous tooth brushes to get her to brush her teeth before bed (My sister was also there for that and we both lived although we were completely disgusted).
CGT started running as part of her karate class — she got her black belt at 8 (her free form she made up was to a FloRida song, it was hysterical). When I’ve been home, I’ve run a few times with CGT, including once when someone thought she was my daughter (do I look old enough to have a 10 year old?!).
CGT so graciously ran the Jingle Bell Jog 5K with me today. She was very nervous and I was so nervous I would let her down with my running buddy duties!
We took the first mile out a tad too hard in about 7:20. Hey, she was setting the pace, not me! I was just along for the ride.
I forgot to check my watch for mile 2, but CGT was rolling along.
Mile 3 is where we hit a few rough spots. Callie told me she was “THISCLOSE” to walking so I made her repeat positive affirmations out loud. She will probably be asking her mom for a new babysitter soon since I made her do this.
There may have been a few tears during mile 3 (and I felt a bit like a child abuser…I told her we could slow down…she didn’t).
However, I’m fairly certain CGT was playing me as when we turned the corner to the finish, the child took off in a sprint leaving me in the dust.
We ended up finishing in 25:20ish, which was a PR for CGT! She was so excited she asked me how fast she’d have to get to run a 5K in the Olympics 🙂
A few minutes after we finished, she confided to me, “I think I tasted throw up in my mouth at the end.” Ah, such a proud babysitter.
Unfortunately, I won my age group (huh?), but CGT didn’t! I felt so bad for her — she is 10 years old and her age group went up to 14 year olds so I told her she was at a fairly large disadvantage. I tried to give her my medal, but she said she couldn’t as she “is not 25-29 years old!”
CGT is very much a rule follower.
One of the things I like most about running and sports in general is that many of the feelings are universal. Whether you’re 10 or 26 years old, you can both feel the same “I’m not going to make it to the finish line without throwing up!” feeling and revel in that shared experience. There is something special about having sisters in sport.
TELL ME: JINGLE JOG THIS WEEKEND? RUN A RACE WITH A LITTLE BUDDY?
Until next time…