My summer schedule usually looks something like this: wake up, throw on running clothes, gulp down a cup of coffee, and head out for my morning run. I don’t stop to think about where running will fit in my day or if I want to run, I just do it. Yesterday, however, was a different story.
When I woke up at 5:30 I was still tired, my hips and feet hurt, my quads were tight and I actually thought, “Oh God! I just don’t want to run!”. As I sat sipping my coffee, I tried like hell to rationalize not running or postponing my run until the evening. I nearly had my mind convinced that I could run at 7:00 that night on my treadmill, when my 18 year old son, Brendan, came bounding down the stairs. “Mom, let’s go. I’m running with you today.” And just like that, my whole attitude changed and off we went.
What a blast we had! B chatted the whole time about his friends, his excitement about entering his freshman year of college, work, running, crewing, anything that came to mind. I said little and liked it that way.
We ran 5.2 miles around our little town of Fairport in about 4o minutes. But time wasn’t important for this run, bonding was. For the first time in a long time; my watch, ipod, and GPS did not accompany me. Instead, it was my sweet boy who shared each step with me. I hope we do this again!