I signed the entire family up for Pat's Run this year. The Husband ran it with me last year (and to my dismay, ran it faster than I did with little to no training), but HRH went to the zoo with my mother-in-law. This time, she's signed up for the kids' .42 mile run. We're currently debating who's going to run the 4.2 miler and who will stay back with her. I'd insist on being the one to run the longer distance (I was the one who signed us up, after all), but my foot is definitely a part of the conversation right now.
HRH is excited, to say the least, at the idea of going to a race with Mommy. Even though she knows I come back from runs smelling like
So, the other night, we put on our gear, slipped the Halti on Zooey, and headed out for a run around the neighborhood.
|It might not have been easy running with a 4YO|
and an excited coonhound, but it was worth it!
In the end, we ran 1.12 miles, and by we, I mean just that - we both did. HRH never stopped to walk or asked to go home before we actually got home. And she had that big grin on her face the entire time. I can't deny that I had a big, proud mama grin myself; this was the best, most fun, happiest mile I've ever run.
Until she went to bed, HRH kept commenting on our run: "That was totally fun, Mommy!" and "I liked going on a run with you!" And five minutes after I put her to bed, she was out like a light.
And the next day, she asked if we could go again.
I'm not planning on taking HRH for a seven-mile trail run any time soon, but I certainly am going to start adding in more of these evening, 14-minute-mile jaunts through our neighborhood and perhaps at the park down the street.
Watch out, Boston 2030 - there's a qualifier coming your way!