A little forced family run.
Linking up with Jana and Stream of Consciousness Sunday.
She encouraged our minds to run free this week. Blogging uncensored for five minutes on the subject of our choice.
Running.
More specifically running with my 9 year old. We’ve signed up for a family 5K end of next month. Part of all the enjoyment of this family fun is getting out and training with my son.
Five minutes starts now . . .
GO
Are we having fun yet?
I feel like the line from Vacation when Clark Griswold says he’s on a quest for fun.
I’m on a quest for bonding, togetherness and good health with my 9 year old.
Good luck.
“Joe, let’s go out and run this afternoon.”
Wailing, sighing and gnashing of 9-year-old teeth.
Let me say that our running exists of running and walking (mostly walking) whenever he feels like it.
“Leash up the dog, Joe.”
Insert pleas of “I’ll clean up my room every day till I’m 35, if you don’t make me run.”
But I will not be deterred in this quest. Why you might ask?
Because when I drag his complaining 9-year-old booty out there — after the first painful 30 seconds — he ends up having fun. Or at least doing it and carrying on a nice conversation.
TIME.
Okay. I played by the rules and stopped at five minutes. What I really wanted to say is that like most things involving children, it is never a Hallmark card moment like you imagined.
It is work and not much fun to get him out there most days. But when I do, it’s almost (yes, almost) always worth it.
I love him and he can be my little couch/computer potato child.
I love him too much to not force him outside for fresh air and body movement.
That goes for myself as well I guess. So signing off now to leash up the dog, drag my child away from Minecraft and go for a little run.
What about you? What do you drag yourself or your children out to do?
