Tony's First Race Report
Nothing new to write about here, I've been busy being a slug since Sunday.
Tony's teacher sent home a folder of work that he's done sofar this year. Included was a composition about the 5k we all ran back in October. My report on it was here, and here is his report:
I felt really great and nervous. On Sunday October 2, 2005 me, my dad and my dad's friend Kevin were going to run a 5k race! My mom and sister were going to walk one mile. We drove to where we registered at a different school with a basketball court inside! When we got there we got a little strip to put on our legs so when we cross the finish line the computer would put our time on a paper. First, was the one mile race where my mom and sister would walk. Now it was my turn to race. I got in the back of the line and my dad and Kevin went to the front. 1,2,3 GO!! The race started first, I started to walk then, I started to jog finally, I started to run, but not fast. I started to run to a hill then I walked up the hill and ran when I got to the top. I ran really fast down a hill and past some people. Next, I saw my dad and Kevin run to me. (They usually do that when they finish a race.) We ran to the finish line and I ran really fast from the little energy and ran past the finish line. In conclusion, I felt sore and good. Truly, I was the first 8 year old that finished the race.
That's my boy.
Tony's teacher sent home a folder of work that he's done sofar this year. Included was a composition about the 5k we all ran back in October. My report on it was here, and here is his report:
I felt really great and nervous. On Sunday October 2, 2005 me, my dad and my dad's friend Kevin were going to run a 5k race! My mom and sister were going to walk one mile. We drove to where we registered at a different school with a basketball court inside! When we got there we got a little strip to put on our legs so when we cross the finish line the computer would put our time on a paper. First, was the one mile race where my mom and sister would walk. Now it was my turn to race. I got in the back of the line and my dad and Kevin went to the front. 1,2,3 GO!! The race started first, I started to walk then, I started to jog finally, I started to run, but not fast. I started to run to a hill then I walked up the hill and ran when I got to the top. I ran really fast down a hill and past some people. Next, I saw my dad and Kevin run to me. (They usually do that when they finish a race.) We ran to the finish line and I ran really fast from the little energy and ran past the finish line. In conclusion, I felt sore and good. Truly, I was the first 8 year old that finished the race.
That's my boy.
posted by seebo | 7:51 AM
1 Comments:
"Sore and good." That about sums it up.
A little longer, and a lot more boring, and T will have himself a LBRR. Brings a tear to the eye.
By the way, congrats on the 10k. See you Saturday.
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