Qualifying for the VLM Mini Marathon

Today was the day when lots of local children aged between 11 and 17 took over the local park, running through mud, puddles and shed tears of pain to compete for a place to represent the borough in the Virgin Money London Mini Marathon.

Jak is now 13 and has run in the mini marathon for the past two years. Each year he turns up to the park, along with other young eager runners and puts in his all so that he can qualify for a place in the team.

Registration starts at 9.30 in the morning and the race takes part at 11am.

The children all race together. They start in the running arena. They run three-quarters of the way round before exiting the track and entering the park. They run twice round the pond and then back into the long stretch of the track to the finish line.

Today, just like the past two years, it rained. It wasn’t great conditions for a run in the park but that didn’t stop those children from running their little bots off. I saw dedication. I saw tears of pain and delight as they neared the finish line. I saw the children of our future.

Jak was a little worried this year as more children turned up to the trials than last year, so he knew he had to try his best for that place.

Running isn’t his passion at the moment, it is swimming but he does like to run still and it helps with his fitness.

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The youngest and I watched and cheered all the children on with extra louder cheers for Jak of course. As we saw him pass us by after the first lap of the lake we made our way back into the stadium to wait for him to finish. The first Boy came into the track and we cheered him on, not long after he was followed by a few more children. Then there was a long empty gap, I was sure Jak would be coming through pretty soon. A couple of seconds went by and then we saw Jak heading on to the track. We was sure that he had made it through to the Marathon.

After all the children had finished, we all made our way into the building where we awaited the news of entrants. Did our children make it to the team?

They called out the under 13s girls first, then the boys. No Jak. We waited. Maybe he had a place in the under 15s. Still No Jak. Poor Jak, I could tell by his face that he was confused and upset. As all the children were called up to receive their letters of places, Jak was left standing without an envelope. Everyone started to leave but we was sure that Jak had won a place on the team. So we went over to the event organisers. They had Jak’s number down but the name was down wrong. He had come second in his category, he was now smiling.

He now has a training schedule to keep to. Training sessions once a week with his team down at the track, starting in 2 weeks time.

All children that race have the chance to raise money for the mayors charity, which this year is Sycamore Trust. A charity based in Barking and Dagenham which supports parents, carers and individuals affected by Autistic Spectrum Disorders and/or Learning Difficulties.

I am proud of my boy for setting a goal and going for it 🙂

 

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A Proud Mini Marathon Day

My children make me proud everyday, there is always something that either one of them has done that makes me take a deep breath and well up inside. I am proud of all 3 of my boys. But yesterday was a very special day where the whole family was proud of the eldest boy. We watched him compete in the London Mini Marathon.

It was the second time that he has had this amazing experience. He first ran it last year when he was 11 years old, read about the post here . He is not the best runner but he tries really hard to achieve his best. This year was a struggle for him as he had lost his running mojo and as much as I get telling him to go out training he just kept saying ‘yeah, tomorrow’. It wasn’t until the last three weeks that he actually began to put the time in to his training and then he started to get a little worried. On Saturday he got bit by a gnat/horsefly and straight away he had a bad reaction to it. Unlucky for Jak, the bite was on his ankle. It wasn’t long before it was swollen, inflamed and blistered. I gave him piriton and rubbed cream on the bite but it was too late to stop it from swelling, the poison had already got into the blood stream. By Sunday morning the swelling had gone down a little but it was still blistered.

Sunday morning had arrived, Jak had to be at the coach for 6:45. He was going to be travelling with the rest of the boroughs team. As I waved him goodbye amongst his friends, a tear welled up in my eye. My baby wasn’t a baby anymore but instead a young lad. I am proud of him everyday for who he is and who he has turned out to be. Running in races, achieving goals in school and his acting are just those little extra moments that make me more proud of him (if it’s even possible).

The coach pulled away, the next time I will see him will be running down Birdcage Walk, on towards The Mall to the finish line.

Jak’s race was starting at 9:09. We left at 8 to catch the train into to London, dressed up in layers to keep us warm and armed with umbrellas incase it rained we was ready to get a spot along route.

We found (what we thought to be a perfect place) along Birdcage walk, propped against the railings we waited for the under 13’s to arrive. We watched and cheered on the other boys that was passing, recognising the odd boy from our boroughs team and shouting their name to cheer them on.

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The first past us was the under 17 boys in black t-shirts, then it was the under 15 boys in blue t-shirts. Up ahead we spotted the first red t short to come along, it was the under 13 boys. We wasn’t expecting to see Jak within the first lot of boys, so we cheered the boys on and waited a couple of minutes. It is so hard to spot your child as they are all in the same colour t-shirts and about the same height. It wasn’t long before we spotted him. We shouted out his name, but he just kept on running. He looked good. He had a good stride.

I never got to see him pass over the finish line as we had a little trouble trying to cross the road. We had positioned ourselves on the wrong side of the road to the finishing line, and had to wait for a gap in the runners to get across. When we eventually crossed over, Jak was already waiting at the borough’s coach for us to pick him up. Once I had signed to say that I had collected him, we was ready to take him off for a well-earned breakfast.

One other thing that made so proud that day was how his little siblings cheered him on and the look on their little cherub faces as they saw him pass by. My two youngest boys look up to their older brother. As soon as they saw him after the race had finished, they ran up to him and gave him a huge hug.

Proudly showing off his medal
Proudly showing off his medal

Jak is a little upset with his time and was hoping that he would have done better, but to me he was the winner as all I saw out on that big wide road was him. Jak. My big boy. The boy that makes me proud every day.

Well Done Jak!

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Proud Mummy Moment / London Mini marathon

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It’s 6:00 am on Sunday morning and my eldest boy Jak is just getting dressed, he’s packing his bag and running around the house looking for his trainers. Dad is getting out the bikes, checking the tyres and making sure that they are ready for a journey.

I’m sitting down on the sofa and as I am watching my 11 year old boy preparing his bag and making sure he has the correct paperwork that he needs I look at him and don’t see a little boy anymore, I see a young man getting ready to live a dream.

You see, Jak has spent the last few months training and preparing himself to run in a race, a race that many young children across the country will be running as well. He has a passion for running (something he must get from his Dad) he loves the adrenaline that pumps through his veins when he is running, he enjoys the pain that it gives him when he is pushing himself to reach further distances.

He isn’t the greatest of runners but its the determination that he has for the sport, it’s not about winning but it’s about the competing for him.

He’s a bit of a Forest Gump, once he starts running he just keeps on going!

Jak has trained hard for this race, especially in the last few weeks. We spent last week away on holiday and he still went out for a run with his Dad just so that he wouldn’t be begin on his training.

Jak was running in the London Mini Marathon.

This was to be his first race and what a race to make a debut at in regards to his amateur sporting career. He has run in local parkrun events with other adults and children but just for fun. He has never run with children of his own age, they have either been much older or younger.

Jak had to meet a coach which was put on by the borough at 6:45, Dad was cycling him to the meet up point and then carrying on into London to met him and the rest of the team there.

As I waved my son off a tear came to my eye, he was heading off to achieve a goal that he has dreamt of for months.

The next time that morning I saw him was when he was running along the streets of London heading down Birdcage walk towards Buckingham Palace, nearing the end of the 3 mile race.

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My heart was beating fast, I shouted out
“Go Jak!”
Joseph was jumping up and down, with excitement cheering on his big brother

Jak looked over at us and waved, he was beaming with pride

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We headed over to the finish line, to meet him at the designated netting point for the borough, we waited a while and then I spotted him walking along looking slightly dazed eating an apple. I asked him if he was ok as when I noticed him running along I saw that he was running with his arm outwards, he did he was fine but was just taking it all in, he had a pain in his shoulder which was giving him a bit of grief but he was just so overwhelmed with the whole experience.

We collected him form the coach pick up point and I have him the biggest hug possible, I was so proud of him, my boy never seems to amaze me with his ability to just get on with things and enjoy the moment.

We took him for a cooked breakfast in Trafalgar Square, where we sat all talked about his experience, he quickly told us that it was an experience like no other and he would be getting back into training as soon as possible so he could attend the trials next year and hopefully get picked to represent the borough again so he can beat his time.

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One very proud Mummy signing out 🙂

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