Weekend Recap: I’m getting passed by a ten year old

We had a busy weekend with VIP Day at the boys’ school, delivering May Day baskets, a family event at Hubby’s work and that was just FRIDAY.  For the love, spring is busy.

Making May Day Baskets

Making May Day Baskets

VIP Day with Maxim

VIP Day with Maxim

Saturday, we were up before the birds.  With coolers and our fair share of Thirty-One bags packed, we loaded up and traveled to Urbandale for Nate’s first track meet of the season.  He is on a USA Track & Field team and we were excited for this first track meet.

Sitting up camp and settling in for the day

Sitting up camp and settling in for the day

Nate’s first event was the 100 m dash.  He took second in his heat and did pretty well.

Showing off his ribbon :)

Showing off his ribbon 🙂

Nate, Keirra, and Weston hanging out

Nate, Keirra, and Weston hanging out

Nate ready to run the 400 m dash

Nate ready to run the 400 m dash

Here is one thing you should know.  When you have that “mom feeling” (aka God’s little nudge that something is not right), then you need to press in on that feeling and investigate further.  For the past two weeks or so, Nate’s left foot has been hurting him.  And I’ve been puzzled with some of his times he has been running during practice and at time trials.  Then, when he went to run the 400 m dash, at about the 200 mark, you could see he just wasn’t kicking it in like he normally does.  By the time he crossed the finish line, Patrick and I could tell that something was really wrong.  He was running, but we KNEW he was hurting.  (And not the kind of hurt where you are sucking wind.  The “we’ve got an injury” hurt.)

As Nate took his ribbon (a respectable 5th place), he walked off the track, or I should say hobbled off the track, putting NO weight on his left heel.  We hugged him and praised him for his great job and then, we got down to business.  With tears in his eyes, he admitted how bad his foot was hurting him.  We told him we’d have to pull him from the mile and Nate started crying.  You guys.  This little trooper STILL wanted to run the mile.  I can’t even.

With a strained muscle, our ten year old ran a better 400 split than I could run NOW.   Seriously.  And that is where we are today.  With all manner of ice packs bought and gel heel pad inserts for his shoes and a steady dose of ibuprofen, we are ready for some healing.  We’re praying Nate heals quickly AND we are buying him some better running shoes with more support.

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This weekend, God gave me a glimpse into this little boy who is becoming a young man.  Nate is determined, strong willed and doesn’t want to go down without a fight (even if his foot his throbbing in pain), and he is ready to give his best at all times.  I couldn’t be prouder.  And I’m okay with knowing that had I been out there running that 400 m dash with Nate, I would have been passed by our ten year old who was running WITH an injury.

While I’m admitting things, I should probably confess that he passed me up in two other things this weekend.  Figuratively speaking.  Saturday night, we were watching a commercial with a guy running on rooftops, jumping down onto other things, and friends, it was all CRAZY STUFF.  And that’s when Nate threw out vocabulary that I had never heard.

“Oh, that’s parkour,” Nate replied nonchalantly.

“Par – what?” I asked, baffled by his knowledge of words that weren’t in my realm of vocabulary.

Patrick even knew what Nate was talking about.  Me?  I was clueless.  Nate continued to inform me about parkour, which is when a person gets from point A to point B using his/her momentum and will run, climb, vault, jump, swing, or whatever.  Imagine someone running through a crazy obstacle course, be it an obstacle course or on the streets or rooftops of a city.

I just had no idea about this parkour stuff.  Maybe you did.  If not, you can thank me for educating you.  Together, we will be smarter.

Then, as if I wasn’t feeling about wee-tall in my knowledge of what is going on in the world today…Nate started talking about Pacquiao.

“Pacq….what?” I asked Nate.

Hubby immediately looked at me in disbelief.  I’m sure he wondered if I had been somewhere with my head in the sand for the past two months because he and Nate went on to explain that this guy would be in the boxing “Fight of the Century”.

Well.  If they would have said Mayweather first, I would have known what they were talking about.  But Pacquiao?  No.  I was getting passed up once again by a ten-year-old.  Seriously friends.  I don’t know what to say except that I’ve been slightly busy with my nose deep in book writing and edits for the past few weeks.  And just to clarify, I haven’t even watched GMA for over two weeks.

So, I plan to immerse myself in all manner of world events ranging from boxing to street jumping to Xbox games to ALL things that boys these days are loving.  AND I plan to work on improving my 400 split.  Because I can’t keep getting passed up by our ten year old.

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