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Running

June 2, 2010

Last Wednesday, work was on my nerves, and so when L~ asked me if I’d go to her track meet in the morning [mid-day], I said sure – why not?

She did great.  She ran in the 200, and came in first in her heat.  Overall times placed her 5th, town wide, which is a big accomplishment.  Especially since she says “I’m not a sprinter.”  She prefers and excels at distance running – took 1st place in our town wide cross-country meet in her 5th grade year, and was 7th in her 6th grade year, despite running with a head & chest full of snot and a low-grade fever (she hid a cough from me, afraid I wouldn’t let her run ….)

She was very proud of her 5th place ranking, and of her best pals’ 1st and 2nd place rankings.  Her attitude was amazing, and I was in awe of her lack of jealousy or disappointment.

But then later that night, she declared that she was going to start training TODAY for the cross-country meet in the fall so she could get 1st place again.  Outwardly happy with 5th – not a shred of discontent for the world to see, but yet setting goals to get that 1st place mantle back in her grubby little hands.

Writer Dude and I started to giggle a little bit at the idea of her “training” for the cross-country meet in October.  When was she going to run?  and with who?  She said WD had to help her.  He observed that his helping her train was fine and dandy, but it would have to be instead of hanging out with her friends in the afternoons.  She sulked.

For a millisecond.  Then she turned huge eyes on me:

Mom ….

???

I could go in the morning.  With you!

But but but [I did not say] that’s my alone time!  I love my alone time!  My “jog around the water and talk to myself” time.  How can I talk to myself with my daughter watching?  I can’t!!

[I did say] It’s so early, you’d have to get up at 5:30! [she nods, frantically]

WD steps in to say “but then you’d have to take a shower, because you’d be sweaty & gross.”

I can take a shower!

But that’s when I take a shower, I reminded her.

I’ll take a quick shower – I won’t even use all the hot water!

WD seemed to then think that she would be incapable of getting up at 5:30.  I had more faith in her, though (since she gets up with her alarm every day, and then wakes WD – and myself if I haven’t gone running), so was a bit more reluctant when he told her she could try it “just once.”  Frizzum.

Of course, she woke up at 5:30.  I heard her alarm go off, and I realized this would not be a day that I chose to push snooze and turn over.  I heard her get up and pee, I heard her get dressed.  Then I didn’t hear anything else.  I was in the living room with my running clothes & sneakers on when I heard her tiptoe down the hall.  She poked her head in and said, “phew!  I was so afraid you didn’t wake up!”

Really, she is just the cutest.

So out the door we went.

She was fun to be with.  Alone time is over-rated, it turns out.  She was cute & chatty, and so excited to be out and on the route with me.  She laughed at herself for having no idea where we were.  She charmed fellow runners who gave her thumbs-ups, and shouted, “I wish my kids would come with me!”

But then there was the not-so-fun part.  Her looking at me like I was the tortoise, and her the hare.  My realization that she won the cross-country meet last year with a 6:34 mile.  While I’m going along my routine of alternating pathetically slow jogging with less pathetically slow walking.

Although, the not-so-fun-part turned into a good part — I ran harder and longer that day than I had in the entire week previously.

We laughed that by “training” with me, she would slow down considerably.

The next day – she was sore from her track meet, soccer practice, and running on Thursday, and I was … tired (thank you, monthly visitor).  So, we walked instead of ran.

Her goal is to come with me on Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Fridays.  But of course, tomorrow she has a 7:30 orthodontist appointment, so she won’t come.  Let’s see if she can pull it off on Friday.

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