Four to be exact.
We all have those runs that turn out to be more than just feet on the pavement. They transcend… maybe it was because you dug deep, found something deep down inside that pushed you to a place you didn’t know existed or maybe it was because you discovered a new route that just inspired you to keep going.
As a mother runner I have always loved the idea of running with my babies. Pushing them, talking as we went and just spending time together. That was the entire premise behind my blog and the title but when you hear these words..well you can imagine how full my heart was.
This was the first time he asked to actually run with me. E started off in the stroller, until we got on the trail. Then it was time to break out of the stroller and run. He had a pretty good stride going until he got distracted by those weeds you can blow on and they come apart (I have completely lost the name but you know what I’m talking about right?).
I will never forget how he mimicked me…pretending to be out of breathe and sucking down water. I’ll never forget how he felt like he always had to be in front of me..”no me first mama”
It’s little moments like this that remind me that, life right now is about creating memories. It’s about forgoing the planned run in the hopes of developing a little runner. For as much as I am a runner, I’m a mother runner.
What’s your favorite fitness family memory?