I have about 2 minutes to finish this post. I just want to remember the funny things Hughes and Wiley say to us.
We head out for our run.
We wave out to the firetruck taking a leisurely drive.
We check out the deep ditches we cross over for snakes, alligators, tadpoles and fish. (Hughes added the alligators! :)
We wave to the bushy tail squirrels scavenging the lawns of young and old.
But the point is: I am learning to run. I don't run. Never have. Never had the mind to do it.
Here lately, I have been trying to run.
Today Kent and I took turns running with the boys.
I strolled Hughes.
Kent is still strolling Wiley.
During our run, the app I use told me "Run."
So I told Hughes, "Hughes, we are about to start running."
You can almost here the grin through his words.
Mentally and physically I am giving it all I have. Pushing the stroller. Mad that my music has stopped playing. Exerting all the energy I could muster...since I have gotten a late start to the day today WITHOUT COFFEE!!!!
I am Run.ning.
Hughes Says: Mommy. I thought we were going to start running.
Silence. (Besides my heavy breathing and heavy feet.)
I guess Hughes may be my best trainer/motivator, yet.
The second funny in a 30 minute span came a bit later.
I am huffing and puffing but not giving up.
I will run this entire 9 minute stint if it kills me.
And kill me it might.
But determination will trump weakness.
Cue Hughes: Mommy. Why are you breathing so loud?
Me: "I am tired Hughes. Mommy is running."
Hughes, laid back and feeling the breeze in his dirty hair from the day of play says,
Hughes: "Oh. Well I am not tired Mommy."
That about sums it up. I will take Hughes running with me as much as possible.
I need his light humor to help numb the sting of the pain.
Well, the post is over.
Kent is home.
Telling me the workout is not over.
We have more exercises to do.
And I thought it was over! :(
See you guys later.