Little Boy went for a run with me today. Rather unexpectedly, when he overheard me talking last night about my plans for a morning run, he announced that he wanted to run, too. So I did my main workout, a slow and awkward two miles, and then told him to put on his shoes and join me.
I’ve been looking forward to this, to him being big enough to join in activities that I love. He may or may not stay interested in running for the long term, but for now he’s three and spending time with Mama is one of his very favorite things.
We ran up one side of the street and down the other, pausing to look at Christmas decorations and the neighborhood peacock. He ran right next to me or slightly ahead—he likes to be the one in front—while I kept pace comfortably. It was a beautiful day and it was fun.