I’ve had the pleasure of being involved with Let Me Run for a few years now as a volunteer coach as have many other F3 guys. Yes, they can be a real pain in the a$$ sometimes. Yes, it takes up 1 or 2 afternoons (or mornings) a week. Yes, there’s a playbook with suggested runs, exercises, life lessons that it takes everything you have to get 9, 10, 11 and 12 year old boys to actually do.
But sometimes it comes together. Sometimes there’s a moment during practice where you can see that look of pride on a kid’s face. Sometimes the lesson registers and you can see they actually do have a brain. Sometimes you see them interact with another teammate and it makes you proud of who they are.
And every time, at the end of each season, you see it all come together for 1000+ of these knuckleheads.
Each season ends with a 5k. It’s hard to find more energy, more smiles and totally against High Five Friday – more high fives (on Saturday). All the stuff you’ve been trying to tell them all year about respect and encouragement and hard work and support and pride and self worth clicks on race day. And the parents see it. And they feel it. They’re lined up at the start, along the course and at the finish like it’s the NYC Marathon. They have signs and cameras and cowbells (you can never have enough cow bell) and smiles – huge, genuine, smiles. It’s awesome. And my experience comes with the personal pride of seeing my boys out there too.
And if that wasn’t good enough we had 2 Speed For Need chairs out this year. Two brothers of Let Me Run boys got to get in the action for the first time. One of the mom’s said she never imagined that she and her husband would get to participate in a race with their boys.
It was a great morning and I’m so glad 2 boys were able to participate with their brothers and parents.
I have a picture of one of the moms and her son in the chair leaning in to each other that sums it up best – check it out on Twitter (I can’t get it to load here, undoubtedly b/c of my technological ignorance).