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.


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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Schools Athletics Day! Good or Bad?

This year the school that the boys attend held an athletics day for years 3-6, where handpicked children from all of the classes got to compete against each other, our school has two buildings (1 a new build 0.9 miles away) so although the pupils are all from the same school they do not know each other and only get to meet up at events like these or on the odd day trip out. Parents are invited along during school hours to watch their children if they have been picked to represent their class in an event, the children that did not get picked stayed inside in their classrooms and didn’t get to cheer on their classmates

The younger children who are in years 1 and 2 got to have their very own athletics day where the whole class were involved either by cheering on their friends or by competing in one of three events. Parents were not invited along to this event but was still held throughout the day in school hours.

The run up to the athletics day saw every child try all the events out during their weekly PE classes, the teacher who was running the lesson would mark down who was the best out of each event, long distance, sprint, high jump, long jump and relay.

As a parent to a year 5 and year 1 child, the eldest being picked for the high jump and the younger boy not been picked to represent his class for anything, i kind of feel like my younger boy was penalised for not being sporty. Not that Joseph minded he was happy enough to just sit and wave his flag around to support his class, but their are children that cry because they don’t get picked and they know the reason why they don’t get picked aswell.

I love how the children like to be competitive against each other and a bit of healthy competition is good for them, but why can these type of events not be run after school or maybe try and involve every child, some of the older children were actually in two event! one of these spaces could have been given to a child that wasn’t competing at all!

I watched the eldest come a closes second in his category, he jumped very high and has potential to take it up as a sport, the moment he knocked the bar off and knew that he was second he walked over to the boy that jumped higher than him, put his arm around him and congratulated him on winning.

My eldest boy excels in pretty much everything that he does but the youngest isn’t like his big brother, he struggled at his reading and phonics and has fought hard to be where he is through shear determination in wanting to learn, he isn’t very sporty and not very competitive, He does like his gymnastics and is very good at swimming. He never gets picked for anything in school where as Jak has been picked for a few things, the youngest has never experienced standing up in front of the school assembly to collect a celebration award as in 9 months of being in year 1 and a class of 26 he has never been awarded it! No he isn’t very good at catching a ball or throwing a bean bag but i’m sure if he was given a little bit of trust he would try his best at it just as much as the other children.

Am i wrong for feeling this way? As i feel that their wasn’t much more that the school could do.

Should all children be involved in these type of events or should they be just for the children that are talented in a specific area?

Should they be held as an after school event?

I don’t know! Neither do i have the answer but i’m just glad that My little boy is mature enough to enjoy the day and say “We are all winners even if I didn’t compete!”