Find me a mom who runs, and I'll find you a mom who dreams of having runner kids.
To wake up and find that I'm living the dream has been an interesting and unexpected thing. My C, at a whopping 10 years old, has decided to train for a 5K.
Last year she ran the last mile of a 5K, and whoa, that was harder than she thought, but she wanted to be a runner anyway. So I made up a little mini-training plan and tried to get her to run with me all last summer.
Tried is the most important part of that sentence.
So this year, when she announced she was going to run the "whole 5K", I gave her the training plan, and then... I refused to do her "short runs" with her. Instead I gave her my Garmin and told her to run around the culdesac until it read X miles. Seriously, why waste the time on getting myself together to run, only to have her whine and complain for 10 minutes that it was too hard and she didn't want to run with me any more? By doing it this way, I have given her all the control, so she feels each step of accomplishment as solely hers. We do her "long run" together on Saturday mornings (because women run in groups on their long runs, for safety and I want her to know that), and she's become quite the little runner having built up to 2.5 miles. I'm not saying they were easy 2.5 miles, but she's muscling through them. Just like me, when she's in "race mode" she tends to bolt out going WAY to fast and die at the end, but ~sniff~ at least she gets something from me, as we look NOTHING alike.
Sometime very soon, she's going to race her 5K, and then her dream will be realized as well as mine.
(I might not post until after, because of security issues I have with tattooing my kids name on her shirt and sending her out alone in public after I've announced on the internet she'll be alone, call me crazy & narcissistic).