Hey guys! Happy Wednesday!
I don’t know about you but I am still riding the Marathon Monday high. Wasn’t it just the most inspiring fantastic day? I can not get enough of the stories and all the smiles. I’m so proud to say that I am a runner!
In a few weeks, there is a local Mother’s Day 5K Race. It’s part of the road race series that I’m doing this year. I was planning on doing it solo until I read about Sarah running a 5K with her daughter. I’ve been wanting to sign my kids up for a fun run and thought maybe this might be a good option. I would run with the stroller and they could hop in and out as they please. A couple of my Mother Runner friends were thinking the same thing. When I asked my kids if they wanted to run a race with me, it was an overwhelming YES! Of course, my daughter said she needed to get new running shoes. Ahhhh….a proud running mama moment.
So yesterday I took my kids out for their first real run. When I say run, what I really mean is we set out with the pure intention of going for a run together. They are kids so they run all the time. Fast is the only speed they know. It was so cute to see their excitement as we got ready.
We started off from our house. The two of them in the lead, setting the pace, as I brought up the rear with the stroller. We made it maybe 2 minutes away from the house before Miss A proclaimed she was tired and jumped in the stroller. Mr. L was trucking along having a good ol’ time.
Miss A soon decided she liked doing intervals – 30 second stroller ride, 30 second run. During one of the runs, she fell and scrapped up both knees. Big tears followed and running was on hold. Back to the stroller she went.
Mr. L was still going strong. He was very proud of himself as he proclaimed “I’m a good runner!” Soon after, he too met the pavement. Harder than Miss A with little more blood. He was done.
Despite being banged up, they both wanted to continue on with our run. I should let you know that this all happened before we even got to 1 mile. I would ask periodically if anyone wanted to get out to walk or run. Miss A did a few more times which surprised me.
We made it home, I patched four knees up with band aids and then celebrated our first run. I was afraid they would say they didn’t want to do the race after the falls. But so far, they still seem excited about the race. I’m excited too but if they don’t want to do it, that’s ok.
We’ll always have our first run.