Family Run to Breakfast. Musing on forced family fun.
I did something that I may later regret.
I signed my two youngest children up for a 5K. Now it is a 5K at Walt Disney World .
Shameless you might say.
Holding a big-eyed happy Mouse out to get your children to run.
I’m not below that.
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Challenge Number 1.
Get Dad to agree to run 5K. Seems he has no problem with thought of sleeping in while I take children to race. So I promised him all sorts of things that will never in his wildest dreams happen (I’m not below that.). He’s in.
Challenge Number 2.
Get children moving. Since Dad’s at home, I had the bright idea that we would all walk/run downtown for breakfast. Our first official training session.
Miraculously, even with a brisk 39 degrees outside, all the affected (or is it infected) parties agreed. Though there was a snag. (Dear Lord above, why is there always a snag?) Eight year old couldn’t find two sneakers in same pair. SERIOUSLY. We searched and searched. So this was perfect time to face…
Challenge Number 3 head-on.
Forget Perfect. If you or I are ever going to get our families to go out and train for a 5K race (this is assuming you are like us, a non-genetically, professional-athlete, freak-of-nature family ), we’ve got to realize that participation is the win.
Determined to make this happen, fortunately the two shoes he did find — although not matching — were both athletic shoes and one right/one left. So after lacing up the left and Velcroing the right — we were off.
Example of Challenge Number 3.
I let her dress however she wanted to face the elements. Tights, pajama bottoms, Hot Hands and gloves.
We finally reached our destination.
The three-quarters of a mile to town really took its toll.
My daughter’s breakfast.
My son’s choice.
And mine.
After fortifying our bodies, we headed back.
All-in-all I think it was a raging success. Only wish our 18 year old would join us.
But at least for the next few months, I can torture him with the threat of having to join us.
Being a mom isn’t easy, but it does have its moments.