My latest blog post on Vibrant Nation is about my daily running routine with my 16-year-old daughter. Since I’m in the mode, I figured I’d catch y’all up here, too.
I run every night with my young ‘un. She is younger and faster and has more stamina than I, but we enjoy the time together so she reins herself in to stay in step with the old lady. Er, that would be me.
The first night we ran she loped up the porch steps at the end of our two mile trek, bounded into the house and chatted up her Dad before hitting the shower. I stumbled up the steps and landed with a thump on the couch, huffing and puffing and wondering if my lungs would ever forgive my lack of respect. I was so smelly even the dogs gave me a wide berth, and we’re talking about a pair of Lab mixes who think road kill is gourmet dining.
Now that we’ve been running for a few weeks things have improved. My girl can still run circles around me, of course, but I’ve improved to the point that when I return home I no longer embarrass myself by collapsing into a jelly-like heap. I actually make it to the kitchen for a glass of water first. Not bad, eh?
I planned to go into a little more detail, but my daughter is pacing my office asking, “Are you ready, Mama? Are you ready? Let’s go.” Ergo, I am off to don my running attire, stretch these tired, old muscles, and head out for my evening run.
There are worse things than the Georgia heat and humidity and trying to run up Cardiac Hill. I can’t think of what those might be just now, but if I do, I’ll let you know.
Off to huff and puff —