hum the olympic theme song to yourself, find something to hit that sounds like a cowbell, hoop and holler at the top of your lungs, find someone who has racing flags to lend you, tape a track on your floor, buy medals in the party section:
you are at our preschool race days.
this was a highlight of the year.
we needed water since we were allowed to run at any point in the day.
there were certificates and a couple of teachers serving as official timekeepers with the help of ipods.
we used a handmade torch to pass off to each other.
running was optional, but everyone did. you could choose your route (there are three to choose from). most chose the longest route. the job of the rest of us was to scream and cheer.
then the officials had a quiet meeting as the preschoolers sat and waited in their seats. it was determined that by working together, by taking part in the relay, our class qualified for gold medals all around.
with the theme song in the background and a podium made of blocks, each runner was called up and her time was announced.
we were all heroes.
each of us runners.
it was pretty exciting.
“i can’t believe it’s real,” said the friend in the gray sweatshirt.
happy blessed race days.