Family fun run. Seems Mommy is not the fun one.
I try.
I try to do things for the betterment of my children and dare I say…my family as a unit.
I signed us up for a 5k.
A 5K at Disney World.
I thought training would be a breeze.
It’s been more of a 73 mile an hour headwind. I bribe. I cajole. I promise things no self-respecting mother would ever do.
Today it was beautiful. I said two miles.
We HAD TO WAIT for Daddy to get home. Fine. But what am I?
Stale Raisin Bran?
Evidently.
They all want to run with Daddy.
Except my dear Tebow. Who would always want to run with me in spite of the fact he is chained to me.
Then Daddy and daughter took off.
Which left me and son. He decided to pick up every rock and torment me by going slower than a hibernating bear awoken mid-January.
Pokey, pokey stubborn puppy.
So Mama served as bridge between the pokey puppy and the whippets.
(She never runs like that for me.)
Then Daddy says something to poky, tormenting son and BAM…
Just like that they are all sprinting ahead of me.
I’ll never see them again…
Oh, there they are waiting at the top of the hill for me…and Tebow.
Who would never leave me, even if he wasn’t tethered to me by a suspension cable from the Golden Gate Bridge.
Do you exercise with your children?
Why don’t they see this as fun?
Is it fun?
