I got sidetracked/distracted from my afternoon run today. But it was a good distraction. It got an issue resolved and was an opportunity to clear the air and breathe normal again. The rest of the day just dragged, though. Just went on and on and on and on....which made me think, "Darn, I should have done that run..."
Got home and things were kind of up in the air and life seemed a little upside down for a second. And then it was just me and lil man, eating a late dinner, coloring a TMNT coloring book, and talking about splash day at his summer camp. AND THEN...because I still had that itch to MOVE or RUN or WALK or do something, I suggested a walk. I've seen lil man do a 3-mile hike and he was amazing. I hadn't witnessed him run distances longer than a quarter of a quarter mile. We get out and for fun-sies I say, "Hey let's run!" And he says with no hesitation, "Okay." And we are running....well slow jogging. And he is talking the WHOLE time. About his friend hitting him at summer camp. His water shoe getting soaked in the swirly, wiggly sprinklers. His tooth is even more loose. Shows me what he can do to his teeth with his tongue. Laughs at a few of his knock knock jokes (which make no sense to me AT ALL), and he even does a cartwheel.
And then after about half a mile of doing this, he invents a game. I'm the bad guy. He's the good cop, and he has to chase me. I figure, sure why not!! And so I run a little bit faster. He is keeping up. So I run a little bit faster. He continues to keep pace with me. So I run even faster. And still he is right there behind me. Then it gets dark and I'm not liking him behind me. I tell him let's switch. So now I'm the good cop and he is the bad guy, and I have to chase him. Folks, this kid is a runner. We made the mistake of eating just before this "walk." So I'm not keeping up with him at all...in fact, I have to shout for him to slow down a bit. AND I'm feeling like I might have to puke...or poop. We kind of ate heavy.
So yeah. Lil man is running and I'm having to honestly, seriously, for real chase him. And if there is anything I am NOT (as of these days), it's a sprinter! But even after one mile, Lil Man is still gearing for more. But we have to stop. Yes, because of me. So I'm lame. BUT dude! My kid is awesome! He agreed to be my running partner in the evenings, on the weekends, and bank holidays. And he definitely wants to go with my on the next 5K, the Color Vibe.
So in conclusion. I like to run. And I'm super blessed to have a son who can keep me motivated, active, and inspired. What a kid! But of course he's good at running. Look at those long, lean, limber legs!
Got home and things were kind of up in the air and life seemed a little upside down for a second. And then it was just me and lil man, eating a late dinner, coloring a TMNT coloring book, and talking about splash day at his summer camp. AND THEN...because I still had that itch to MOVE or RUN or WALK or do something, I suggested a walk. I've seen lil man do a 3-mile hike and he was amazing. I hadn't witnessed him run distances longer than a quarter of a quarter mile. We get out and for fun-sies I say, "Hey let's run!" And he says with no hesitation, "Okay." And we are running....well slow jogging. And he is talking the WHOLE time. About his friend hitting him at summer camp. His water shoe getting soaked in the swirly, wiggly sprinklers. His tooth is even more loose. Shows me what he can do to his teeth with his tongue. Laughs at a few of his knock knock jokes (which make no sense to me AT ALL), and he even does a cartwheel.
And then after about half a mile of doing this, he invents a game. I'm the bad guy. He's the good cop, and he has to chase me. I figure, sure why not!! And so I run a little bit faster. He is keeping up. So I run a little bit faster. He continues to keep pace with me. So I run even faster. And still he is right there behind me. Then it gets dark and I'm not liking him behind me. I tell him let's switch. So now I'm the good cop and he is the bad guy, and I have to chase him. Folks, this kid is a runner. We made the mistake of eating just before this "walk." So I'm not keeping up with him at all...in fact, I have to shout for him to slow down a bit. AND I'm feeling like I might have to puke...or poop. We kind of ate heavy.
So yeah. Lil man is running and I'm having to honestly, seriously, for real chase him. And if there is anything I am NOT (as of these days), it's a sprinter! But even after one mile, Lil Man is still gearing for more. But we have to stop. Yes, because of me. So I'm lame. BUT dude! My kid is awesome! He agreed to be my running partner in the evenings, on the weekends, and bank holidays. And he definitely wants to go with my on the next 5K, the Color Vibe.
 |
| http://www.thecolorvibe.com/ |
No comments:
Post a Comment