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My kids have been participating in the Rocket City Kid’s Marathon for a couple of months now. Basically, they log 25.2 miles of running before December 13th when they run their LAST mile using the start/finish of the real marathon that their Dad and I will be running that day. It’s a super-cool concept and we’ve been taking it very seriously. My kids walk a lot, so I’m making them run every mile. If we counted their walking miles? They would have been finished a month ago just going around the neighborhood. So, to distinguish these miles, they have to run them. Which we do several days a week after school on track with a few other participants. Nikki has been running a mile at a time so she’s a bit ahead of Wesley and he’s a bit behind schedule, but enough that he’ll still make the miles in time.
It’s not too tortorous for them. For Wes, he runs a lap and then takes a water break. And then runs another lap. And then he gets to play at the playground. Nikki and her running buddy just run laps and talk the whole time. It’s super-cute. There’s bit a bit of pushing needed for the extra lap I’ve been wanting Wes to do to try to catch up with the schedule – but not too much. He does a half a mile easy, 3/4 of a mile with a bit of coercion, he never does a whole mile.
SO! This weekend there was an event-sponsored 1-mile fun run at our local movie theater. And Wes ran the ENTIRE thing…BEATING HIS SISTER. And oh my GAWD…there was some drama.
First of all – Nikki is an AWFUL loser and ULTRA competitive. So, being beat by anyone bugs her but she doesn’t push harder…she gives up. And cries. Which sucks because she’s a natural athlete and I know that if I had her athleticism I’d be totally winning everything. So, once she realized she wasn’t going to beat him (he started off fast and she thought he’d slow down…so did I) she basically started walking. Which was irritating as crap because she can run 3 miles without thinking.
And then…it’s her 5-year old brother. Who is not really competitive but still a bit athletic. He doesn’t ever seem to self-sabotage like she does and often seems like he’s having fun even if he’s losing…and all of that made it even WORSE that he beat her. Because she knows she should have beat him. And oh man…the TEARS.
And while Wes is not competitive, he still understands how badass it was that he beat his sister. And of course wanted to mention it a few times. He wasn’t obnoxious about it like SHE would have been, but he did want to make sure everyone knew. And that made her cry harder and then I was frustrated because I want her to have FUN and not get wrapped up in these head games.
She’s like her Dad in every way. He is incapable of having fun if he’s failing in some way by his standards.
And then…like salt on the wound…Wes won the Grand Prize Drawing of a free birthday party at the movie theater.
Nikki had a rough day, to say the least.
Do you have an ultra-competitive sore loser in your family? How do you console them? I want her to have fun so I want to build her up, but I also don’t want her being a sourpuss who can’t even acknowledge someone else’s victory without crying.