Violent tornados whipped through Oklahoma this weekend. Woodward, OK was hit the hardest. You can be as prepared as possible but going against mother nature is an up hill battle. I stayed up all night Saturday awaiting the news to run for cover. I watched in horror as the news came through about the deaths after the storm. It put a damper on the day as the sun came up and I prepared for a race. A morning devotion for comfort, you can only pray for those whom you can not physically help.
Getting my game face on and keeping spirits high in front of Tuck who is STOKED about the day’s race, we took a moment and headed over to feed the neighbors fish. Tuck is fascinated with them, and how colorful they are.
Tuck- Can I swim in dere Mama?
Me- No brother that’s for fish only and it’s nasty water.
Tuck- Mama. Da fish like me and I smell like a boy now. Pllllleeaaaasseee can I?
He had a point but the answer was still no.
Thankfully a full blown tantrum was replaced by a quiet pout. I like it.
If this is the most disappointing moment, you sir have won at life.
Leaving the “Swimming with the fishes” conversation for that awkward moment he joins the mob, we were off to the Red Bud Classic. To say the very least the place was a packed house. I was terrified something would go wrong with my new brace and mentally threw my hands up and hoped for the best. Tuck was not worried about anything because he had it in his head no matter how many times we argued that he would be racing with me. When the gun went off and he wasn’t beside me on the start line, myself and the hundreds of spectators could clearly hear how pissed he was. Nice.
Most races you can bring your jogging stroller and just pay for your child’s entry fee, you could not do that during this one. This particular one had a little stroller/walk thingamajigger that I did NOT sign us up for cause Tuck would’ve thought it was totally lame. That kid wanted to RUN! I second guessed my faith in his amount of energy. Most days he will run close to 2 miles. But always has the option to hop back in the stroller for a cool down and a snack. I would soon learn I underestimated Tuck.
There was a path along the side of us runners during the race that spectators could cheer on family and friends. Little did they know they would be scooting out of the way because one Super Tuck was coming through. He ran the entire thing.
Somebody get this kid some Nike’s and a sponsor.
In and out of the cellar, taking care of stinky fish, and one impromptu race. Super Tuck enjoyed the last evening of this wild weekend with hotdogs and a chocolate shake followed by a coma.
He was not mad about it.