I used to be able to run in the wee hours of the morning before any of my family was awake. My alarm would go off, I'd get dressed in the dark, and head out for three miles or so.
Now I have toddlers who have been waking up between 5:30 and 6:00 every morning. Which seriously eats into my running time. And as much as I love the workout, no way in hell am I getting up at 4AM to run. Instead of just skipping runs altogether I opted to start taking the Guys with me.
I worry they aren't enjoying themselves. I can usually get an hour when I run with them on weekends, but we have a later start and I bring snacks. These runs are shorter so I don't bring anything but a blanket to protect them from the early morning chill.
I worry they hate the running. I worry I am making them do something they don't want to do, that I'm being selfish by making them go run with me instead of staying home with them and eating cereal and watching cartoons.
I worry I'm a bad mom.
The Universe sensed what was going on with me, as it often does, and showed me not to worry so damn much.
This morning, when the boys were once again awake at the ass crack of dawn, I got up with them. C saw me as soon as I opened their bedroom door and said, with just the biggest grin on his face, "Wanna go for a run, Mama?"
|Post three miler. All smiles!|