I worked a race Saturday (Coach Mike’s Run for the Kids 5K), so I didn’t do any personal banana counting. (I did run the course afterwards, and after the uphill grade of Mitchell Drive, I understood those stressed looks on finishers’ faces at the end.)
Throughout my run of the course, I was brainstorming what to blog about this weekend. There wouldn’t be any pictures of me to post (not that those are likely to bring on new followers!). I wasn’t with Wayne Kevin as he competed in the Stone Creek Kids’ Triathlon in Valdosta, GA, so I wouldn’t be able to count on pictures of that.
Yesterday, however, I had virtually no qualms about not being in Valdosta with Wayne. I certainly can’t help him swim, bike, or run faster. I knew he would have fun being with his friend Alex, going to Wild Adventures afterwards (possibly the prime draw of the day), and being outside participating in the triathlon. If he had a bike accident? That’s what first aid is for. If that nagging big toe nail that is partially ripped off made it hard or impossible to run? Wayne would have to decide how badly he wanted to finish the race. I also know from plenty of observation that he’s a different boy when he’s with a “dad” coach than when he’s with mom.
So when I left to run the Schneider 5K course, knowing that he would probably call while I was out, I felt very relaxed about the outcome of his morning. I did have a “missed call” message when I returned. When I reached Wayne he was a) happy to be on his way to Wild Adventures, b) reasonably happy with his triathlon morning, and c) telling me he loved me. Nothing about nagging hanging toenails.