That is what I see when I run. Can you blame me for doing it as much as I can?
I used to enjoy taking my toddlers out with me to run (in the double-jogger), all that fresh air and sunlight. But now, it’s too cold, the wind too strong, I don’t want to make them sick, so I have to wait until my husband comes home to run. My running time has now become my only alone time.
Just me and my quiet, embracing friend, the road.
It never judges me, never yells demands or shakes it’s finger disappointingly. The road is my healer, my church.
Tonight, I got to share this special time with my two ten-year-olds. Because the weather was unseasonably mild, we took off at sunset. They pedaled their little fifth-grade butts off while mom ran behind them. It was glorious. And peaceful. And perfect. (And they are SO fast!)
I may not have been able to keep up with their speed, but they always waited for me. They gave me enough distance to run alone, yet share my peace with them as well, watching the sun go down behind the autumn tree together.
I can’t wait to do it again with them tomorrow.
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