Yesterday, with my poor pukey husband home sick from work, I had the option to run during (as opposed to before) the day, even though the kids didn't have school. This was a very positive option since I was nursing a Halloween candy hangover (seriously, I had the worst headache) and could welcome a few extra hours of sleep. I still decided to take the youngest two with me though so that Dan would only have the low(er) maintenance kids to keep track of.
After the long weekend, I was really looking forward to going on a nice longish recuperating run. However, as I was getting Leona & Jonathan ready to go, Emme asked if she could go too. How do I tell my (almost) 7 year old that part of the reason I was headed running was to get away from her... that I run by myself because I NEED that time? I tried reasoning that I was planning on going for an 8 mile run which was met with a super sad puppy dog face and a "But I'm soooo bored and I want to get outside and do some exercising with you." How could I argue with that? I really couldn't so I decided to break my 8 miles into a 3 and 5 miler so that Emme could accompany me.
The first run went relatively well considering I was pushing a double jogger behind a 7 year old on a bike who wanted to stop every few feet without warning. Every time I started to get frustrated with the pace (fast, slow, faster, stop, go, fast, faster, stop...) she'd smile and tell me how much she was enjoying our time together and I would feel so guilty for wishing it would get over faster. Once I stopped thinking about my run and focused more on Emme and trying to engage her in conversation (which can be dangerous with a flighty girl on a bike... "Yikes Emme! Look out!") it was actually fairly pleasant. The best part was when she told me that she wants to be a runner when she grows up but "probably an early morning runner so that I can still be a doctor during the day and then maybe be a bike rider after work." I told her that was a great plan and that she could be whatever she likes and then I told her about triathletes and that maybe she could work in a swim session on her lunch break. :)
The second run was uneventful. I dropped Emme off at the house on my way to the 5 mile loop. It felt good to pick up the pace
When all was said and done, I still logged my 8 miles and I was probably only better off for doing the first 3 at a