...my 6 year old says, "do you think you'll win your race?"
"No, A, I won't."
"There are a lot of other people racing and they have been doing it for a lot longer than I have."
He ponders my reply. "Mom, you should really try to win."
"I'm not going to win, but hopefully, I'll finish."
"What if you try really, really hard?"
"Even then, buddy."
"There are a lot of people who will be faster than me."
"You should try your hardest."
"Oh, I will, buddy. I am practicing every day and I am going to do my very best."
"You might win."
Yup, I might win. If the planets are aligned, God miraculously makes me a runner the night before the event, there is a bizarre forcefield around Range State Park that prevents all other participants from entering the race, oh and hell freezes over. Then, buddy, I might have a chance of placing... maybe. Isn't a 6 year old's mind predictable? I have as good a chance as winning as this chick. What confidence. How delusional. I love it. I can't wait to see his reaction on race day. God, I have to finish.