saturday was brooks's first race.
a WHOPPIN' 3K.
i woke him up early, fed him a hearty breakfast and gave him a pep talk during the car ride over that included words like pace, strive, push hard and finish strong.
i was so excited when the starting gun blasted and we were off for our mile-ish run.
"come on bud! you're doing great!!"
his dinosaur vans were slapping the pavement like a thoroughbred and i felt uteran pride.
and then he quit.
there is no tapering in effort when it comes to a 3 year old.
within 50 yards of the starting line brooks decided that this whole race bit was bullcrap and he wanted to be back in the bouncy castle inducing whiplash to some overplayed "boom boom pow".
"lewis boys aren't quitters. come on b!"
NOTHING could restart this nugget.
so i did what every competitive mom with shwagg bags and no hair tie would do.
i picked him up and ran the freaking thing to show him that quitting was not an option.
with the finish line within 20 yards, i plopped him down and told him to go for it.
he ran like the wind.
a blond, floppy haired, hydrated and well rested wind.
totally worth the shaking biceps and 15 swallowed curse words i endured.
i love my brooks.