Last week, I suggested to Maya and Mina that they have a sports marathon at a local park. It's how I spent a lot of my summer vacations as a kid. Either by myself or with my junior high best friend Yuko, epic sports fantasies were played out. I'd play tennis against a wall with a red, white and blue wood racket for hours and scheme a Wimbledon appearance in ten years. Or Yuko and I would play two-person dodgeball or granny-shot free throw contests or luge down hills while lying back on our skateboards, hugging close to parked cars. I believed for sure I'd find a sport at which I was accidentally spectacular.
For Maya and Mina's sports bonanza, I didn't have to give them many details. They loaded their bike baskets with various balls and I didn't see them until two and a half hours later when they staggered through the door sweaty and smeared with dirt.
"Ok, give me the run down of the games played," I said placing my elbows on my knees.
Maya said, winded, "First in our mini Olympics, we played Around the World at the basketball courts."
"MmHmm," I nodded. "How'd that go?"
"We didn't make it."
"Around the world?" I said.
Mina chimed in, "We were stuck in the same spots!"
"What was next?" I said.
"Then we played volleyball," Mina said.
"One on one?" I asked.
"Yea, but because we were using that plastic ball the wind blew it off the court."
"High winds," Maya said. "Then we played handball."
"Then we did gymnastics," Mina said.
"Oh?" I laughed. "How'd that go?"
"Ok," Maya said, "But then we wrestled. That was better."
"Then we raced our bikes around the track," Mina said.
I laughed after every answer at this point.
"Then we raced, running," Maya said.
"Then we found some orange cones and put them on the track and did hurdles," Mina said.
"Then we finished with an obstacle course," Maya said.
"That was the funnest because we cheated a lot," Mina said.
That sounds like the greatest mini Olympics ever.
