Maria did a kid's triathlon today. This was her second year doing it, so we knew the ropes this year and were much better prepared. (For instance, don't try to put on socks when your feet are wet, and leave all of the other kids at home.)
She enjoyed the swim. Then she ran down to get her bike and freaked out because she couldn't get her shoes on her wet feet. That slowed her way down. Mini-breakdown time.
Then the path for the bike ride wasn't quite reassuring enough for a 4 year old to figure out, so I ran along beside her to coax her along.
She ditched her bike, completed the run, then cried for oh, about the next hour, because she didn't win a trophy (she did get a medal...but that was definitely not good enough.)
I don't think she'll want to do it next year. And that will be alright with me.