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?
I can’t wait to read your story about race day! All I can say is that you are not alone….I too have to bribe, beg, and bargain my kids to run or walk with me. And then on race day, I was left in the dust.
And oh, my hubby is also the fun one. But they are all mine at bedtime!
First of all, I love that you even attempted this.
With kids, man, dog, AND blog worthy photos.
Hat tip, woman.
Second of all, I *think* that you’re starting something good. Laying the foundation even?
(Fab post. Go you!)
Okay Galit — I’m going to print out this comment and read it over and over….just to remind myself. Thanks bunches…
Amy — I laughing…honestly, race day I picture myself and Joe struggling through that last mile. Not that he can’t do it. His “will” will be willing against it. I just hope with the race day hoopla he’ll get into it.
Yesterday, the youngest and I went across the street to explore the woods, lakes, etc. He looked at his watch and said, “OH! It’s 5:00, and Daddy said he’d play with me at 5:00.” He turned right around and headed home.
Stranded on the walking bridge… just like that.
When I got home, I was greeted with my husband asking, “Where were you Mommy? We were worried.”
“Huh?! I was with Charlie. Charlie knew where I was.”
Charlie’s response… “I forgot.”
*sigh* Good job on running with the family. It IS fun. Promise.