Wednesday, August 12, 2009

Running...


It's been really warm during the day in our neck of the woods, so once the evening starts to roll along there is a nice cool calm that captures my neighborhood. After going to the beach and having fun, I was motivated to take better care of myself to ensure there are more visits to the beach to come.

Monday night I threw on the jogging skirt - that's right, a jogging skirt and laced up my shoes and hit the road with my new (to me) jogging stroller I just bought off Craig's List. It's not easy running with the stroller, but it did get me out with the baby who did love it. I didn't go more than a few miles, but I felt like I was going to die. I think that's the worst thing about not working out or running in awhile. You forget just how hard it is to get back to feeling fit. If you would've told me two years ago that I was going to feel this bad going just two miles, I would have laughed at the absurdity of it. Well, the joke is now on me.

When I got home from work last night my six year old daughter had her running shorts on and was waiting on the stairs for me. "I'm ready, Mom," was all she said. My husband said she had been looking forward to going on a run with me all day, how could I say "No"? So, last night marked the second night in a row that I loaded up my baby in the jogging stroller and went for a run. This time I had a little bit more company.

She was brilliant. We ran four times around the block (about a mile) and it began to get dark. "This is the last lap" I told her, huffing and puffing for breath. I have never met a little girl who could talk so much and so fast while running. "Come on Mom, just one more. We can do it." "I don't know" I said. "You look tired and I'm getting kinda tired." "Please Mom, just believe in me." "Just believe in you, huh?" (where do they get these things?). "Alright" I said. Just one more after this...

On our second to last lap we decided to race to the house. "Wanna race?" I said. She squeeled with delight and yelled, "YES." I picked it up and she kept up. I ran faster and she kept my pace. I ran has hard and as fast as I could and I was barely ahead of her skinny little legs. When we got to the house I was in disbelief. I just had my ass kicked by a six year old. Then, I smiled. I just had my ass kicked by my six year old. "Wow, Mommy" she said, "I never knew you were so fast!" We dropped the baby off at the house since she was asleep now and we walked that last block hand in hand talking and laughing. "Mommy, can we go again tomorrow?" "We'll see" I said. I can't wait to get home tonight. I just love that little girl. I hope she remembers this night like I know I will...

1 comment:

  1. Don't know what's up with me today, but this post just brought tears to my eyes. Maybe it's because my son is sick, and his sister went to preschool today. She's almost 3, and I have really been loving being with her lately at bedtime. She is so sweet and loving and sings this sweet little song to me. My son, who is almost 5, has been driving me nuts. But today, with this sister at school, and him not feeling so well, we had such a nice time. For the first time in a long time, I LOVED being with him! I need more moments like this! And, of course, now my little girl--who decided to NOT take a nap today--is driving me crazy with her demands/needs! Oh well! Thanks for the great post!

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