Last Sunday, I decided to go for run. Now that I'm not training for a race (which is something I've been doing basically since January), I haven't been out running as much as I'd like. Suddenly, there doesn't seem to be enough hours in the day to fit in a run three times a week. Although, this tends to happy to me by every November -- it gets dark so early and it's hard to motivate myself to go running when it's dark and cold out.
So anyway, Sunday afternoon was a beautiful day, so I decided to go for a run. But as I was getting ready, Austin declared that he wanted to go running too. He's mentioned this from time to time, but I've always said 'not right now' because I was training and needed to focus on covering long distances. But this time, I figured what the heck.
And so, we went for a run together. I didn't time us (although I wish I had now) and I don't know how fast we were running (a little slower than my average pace, I think) but I do know that by the time we were done, we had covered 2.5 kilometres. My six-year-old ran 2.5 kilometres with me!
As we were running, he was asking me all kinds of question: 'mommy do you get tired when you run?', 'mommy do you stretch like this?' etc., etc. He wanted to do everything the way I normally do it. He wanted to do it all with me.
And then he declared that he wanted to run a race with me. I can't even begin to tell you how proud I felt when he said he wanted to run a race with me.
So come the spring, we're going to train together and in 2013, Austin and I are going to run a 5K together.
How cool is that?
