I was going to write this very eloquent, tear-jerking story about how fatherhood has changed me… or something along those lines.
Instead, my lovely wife decided that we should all should go support our local schools by running in a 5 kilometer race. Which, here on American soil translates into 3.1 miles. Or, about 2.1 miles further than I have run at any one time in the past five months. And exactly 3.1 miles more than I have run total in the past 2 months. In other words, I’m out of shape.
And this might be a good time to mention how lovely the weather has been here lately. Sunny, not a cloud in the sky and 90+ degrees in the shade.
The lovely wife hinted at this yesterday but I was hoping that she’d change her mind when it meant that we had to be up and out of the house by 7:45 a.m. Fairly early for a Sunday morning here at our house. But, no such luck. So, we packed up the kids, donned our gear and jogging stroller and headed out to the race.
She’s done this to me before, you know. She’s gotten all excited about running a race but apparently cannot possibly run the race on her own so I get to go along just so she can watch me be tortured. But now I also get the added pleasure of having my kids watch me get tortured. They seemed to enjoy their run through the foothills of where we live. And, let me just say, there is not one flat road with a 6 mile radius of where I live so the kids got to tear down some downhills and crawl up some uphills. And, yes, I made the lovely wife push the stroller whenever we got to an uphill. I’m chivalrous like that.
Amazingly, we finished. I only heard TheMonk yell, “Faster, Daddy, Faster!” once and we did stop at the 2 mile marker and have some orange slices and water. This seemed to placate the twins (and me – why do we stop eating orange slices after we stop playing youth soccer?) and we finished on a high note. If you mean by “high note” a racing pulse, painful breathing, and sweat stinging my eyes.
And now, I sit here on the couch – more than 12 hours after the race – feeling the soreness start to settle into my thighs and my lower back. So, no tear-jerker story tonight. The only one shedding the tears is me.
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