Summer means lounging and swimming and movies. Track means sweating, running, and pain. The two words shouldn't be put together, but the girls did not really know to object when I informed them of this "fun way to get your exercise" in the month of June.
They quickly realized that track practice , which was run by high school football coaches, was a little more intense than any of us had anticipated. However, my glass-half-full child woke up each morning (without complaining) and tried to help her little sister see the value in all of this.
And then there's Mollie....
She groaned, grunted, threw fits, had meltdowns, and complained the entire month of June about having to get up in the morning, running for no apparent reason, racing against kids who were older than her, the length of the races, her shorts, her shoes, and the sun being too bright.
Ironically, she is a natural at all things track and one would think she would grow to enjoy the winning of ribbons and the coming in first on a regular basis?!
And then there's Madi....
She is not a speedster, or a long jumper, or even a discuss-shot type of girl. However, when she is approached to fill in for the kid who did not show up for the mile relay, she volunteers. She is also a smart one. The last track meet of the month was at Three Rivers where Madi had figured out the art of "strategery." She saw the line for long jump and then went and asked how many girls had signed up for discus. When the coach said, "zero" she grabbed her track buddy and explained that regardless of how well they threw, one of them would get a gold and the other a silver.
Discus throw: Silver
400 meter relay: First place