The first mile, he stayed about 5 steps ahead of me. The second mile he started to fall behind and we slowed down a little. I kept encouraging him and he never stopped running. He also never said a word. He was in the zone! My sister was waiting at the 3rd mile. She held his hand and ran with him all the way to the finish line. I was so proud of him for finishing. He even won first place in his division.
Of course, my older kids all finished before me. My 8 year old placed first in her division. (She does every year). The rest of us each took 5th place in ours. Even though I was running slower that second mile, I still beat my time from last year by 47 seconds.