Rebecca's class and all the other fifth grade classes in the district met at the high school for a track and field day. I was hearing about it for days in advance, the events she was competing in, how the practices were going, how nervous she was....so on the day of I had to go see her there. Besides, she flat-out ordered me to come: "Mom, you have to come see me! I've worked so hard on this."
I got there just in time to see her run the 100-meter dash, in which she got second place in her heat (I think it's called a heat, anyway...not real good with sports jargon)
We sat in the bleachers for awhile and waited for her next event, the cross-country race. It might have been 1/2 a mile or so, just winding around the high school property.
Every so often the announcer would call out the names of the top-10 individuals in each event. Rebecca got fourth place out of all the fifth grade girls in hurdles!
Can't believe I have an athletic girl because that is SO not me...but I wouldn't change it either.