Monday, December 9, 2013

Running with Children

The flakes started flying before the race started. That would be the 5K Run with Santa — the first race I've run in, well, let's just say it's been a few years!

A little over three miles — doable, even for a walker in the suburbs. But my already conservative pace was slowed even further by the slick spots on the road. Luckily, my running buddy was Claire, whose last race was the Marine Corps Marathon but who matched her cadence to her timid mama's.

Timid was putting it mildly. I worried the whole time about wiping out, ending the race on crutches or worse. One middle-aged woman went down within the first few minutes. "Don't worry, Mom," Claire said. "She just ran into a cone."

The last few tenths of a mile, though, the pavement was wet, not snowy, and Claire and I kicked it in and dashed (sort of) to the finish line.

Children do many things for their parents (as parents do for their children). They care for us, make us laugh and introduce us to the future. Yesterday I was thinking how they make us face our fears. We will do things for them we don't do for anyone else. And in that sense, they keep us young — they keep us, quite literally, in the running. 


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