To follow in the footsteps of some of the great New Zealand runners, you must first take off your shoes.
Last year, with our arrival in April at start of school year term two (the fall quarter), our children experienced their first change from US schools. Routine physically challenging sporting activity remains a vigorous part of primary school education in New Zealand. As opposed to the US where physical education programs seem to be the first on the chopping block during times of budget constraint, New Zealand schools have maintained the priority that a physically fit child leads to a mentally happy and teachable child. Yes, in New Zealand little Johnny can run (and his parents do not sue the school district when Johnny does not finish first).
Three days per school week throughout the term, the children were led on training runs by their teachers. Children were expected to complete an increasing distance based on their age. Wonderful to see 360 children out running and talking together as they rounded the the neighborhood block, when I had a chance to observe them on a day off.
A year ago, at the end of the term, the cross country race day was held at the local rugby grounds. A flat course with only a slippery mud pile to run over for the kids. This year, the buzz around the school and word from the principal was of a "proper cross country course" on a local dairy farm. A course, which, after the recent rainy fall weather, would include some "water crossings and challenging terrain".
Last year, Joel and McKeely were still establishing their footing (sorry for the pun) in this new country, and were a little intimidated by the events of race day. Now a year later, with many friendships in place, and a school year worth of experience, both were keen to take on the "proper cross country course". As we packed their rucksacks with supplies for the day, one thing on the list of recommended items that the school had sent home, caught me by surprise. It read, "Running shoes optional, barefoot running encouraged".
Many thoughts crossed my mind. Most of them would get me in trouble, since there happens to be a runner with a minor shoe fetish in the house. Fortunately, Joel spoke first before I was able to insert a running shoe clad foot in my own mouth. "Dad, I am running barefoot!" Thanks, Joel, your words distracted me from my own stupidity.
Race day was today after a weekend of some good rain showers. The kids had a wonderful time attempting to follow in the footsteps of such Kiwi running greats as Arthur Lydiard, Peter Snell and Kathrine Switzer. The farm paddock through which the "proper cross country course" traveled, looked to be in perfect condition. Yes, one child did slip and fall face first into mud and cow poo. Yes, a few children developed tears as they attempted to surmount the large hill on the course. Stories of which our children happily reported around the dinner table tonight.
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The best part is of the shared physical exertion of 360 athletes. The smiles on the majority of participants faces. Exposure to an activity that will have lifelong health benefits for all of them. To that I say, Run, Kiwi Kids! Run!
