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She wanted to start out near where most of our friends were.
Most of them are fast runners near the front and while I talked her into
backing up a little we didn’t back up enough. The apple didn’t fall far from
the tree and she repeated the rookie mistake her dad usually does, for the
first 1/3 to ½ mile we were going way too fast… I reached out to hold her hand
oddly enough to get her to slow down at first. But by mile one we were on pace…
She started commenting on the blue bonnets, the planes, and
the people we knew and for a few seconds here and there singing… I took that as
a good sign that she wasn’t over exerting herself if she had the wind for that.
Still when we were enough laps (the way she measures distance) to where we were
half way through, she declared that she wanted to get a faster one than before
and if I could help. She held hands with me some of the time and there were
definitely points where it was questionable who was dragging who to maintain
pace. I offered to get her water at the waterstop but Ms. Independent said
she’d get it on her own and impressively managed to drink while not changing
her step, something she’d never done before.
This course had more downhill and uphill than her previous
5k and it was my privilege to hear her share thoughts about the people who
passed us and who we passed on the course. There was a guy in a wheelchair
going up a hill and she said, “I think that’s harder than you pushing me in a
stroller.”
When there were “2 laps to go,” she asked “where’s the
finish line?” the same thought I seem to say when I’m near the end of races
that end on a curve. But once she saw it
she bolted it in and beat her previous 5k time by over 40 seconds. How she
moved like that on legs that small was impressive.
We checked in with teammates, most of which were people who
had run the race but others who had volunteered for it and others who had even
come in from out of town to cheer Kiana on and even grandma who had “cheered”
by walking her own 5k a few hundred miles away in honor of her granddaughter. 4
teammates had won their age group. One was proud of herself because she had
thought about walking at several points but never had. She also has brain
cancer and we’ve talked about how her stubbornness to keep going like that has
served her well.
The event would raise over 200K and have about 1700
participants. I had been part of a great time and volunteered in packet pick
up. And then if those things weren’t enough, they would post the kids results and Kiana would be ranked at the top of her
age group, girls nine and under. As always
keeping in perspective, she was excited to get the medal but was also
excited the wind was picking up and that she would get to fly her new kite that
day.
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