My sons and I went running together over the weekend, just down to the
lake and back. We've run together before over the years, though never
quite this far. I keep telling them that before long, there will come the day when I won't be able to keep up with them. They're thirteen now,
very soon to be fourteen, and already they tower over me. After a season
of cross-country, their endurance and speed have improved remarkably.
It won't be long now, I know, before a run with mom will be reserved for
one of their "easy" training days.
I love the looks we get as the three of us (sometimes four, when we bring the dog) come barreling down the sidewalk. It's not every day you see a mother out running with her sons, much less her identical twin sons. Who tower over her. From some of the stares, I gather we're quite a spectacle. My favorite thing is to catch the eye of a woman I can only assume is another mother. We share a smile and I feel like some sort of maternal rock star. Yeah, that's right. Out running with my handsome sons.
My husband was the track star in high school, smoking through 800 meter and cross country races. I spent the better part of high school just smoking. Watching my husband run is a thing of beauty. He has perfect form. Not to mention his running gait isn't bad either. I kind of lumber along, a sort of un-gazelle. Initially, I'd feared my sons had inherited my unfortunate gait but after they put a few miles under their belts I watched their form improve, even out, become more and more like my husband's. Thank goodness. (They did, however, inherit his complete inability to turn off a light switch.)
Every time I run by the lake, I stop at some point, to take a moment. I do this on days when I feel so good I don't ever want to stop and on days when I can't wait for the break. I like to just look out over the water, at our beautiful city, and give thanks for everything I have. A silent meditation. The first time my boys and I made it to the lake, I introduced them to the concept. Although getting the silence part was tricky, it's become somewhat of a tradition.
When the day comes, I don't care how fast they eventually are or how far they can go, I will endeavor to find a way to force my sons to slow down and lumber down to the lake with their mother, so I can have my moment.