I have been
running for a few years now. I love running, and love encouraging/inspiring
others to run too. Somehow, I ended up accidentally creating my own kid’s running
club with the gaggle of kids who live with us. So far, 6 out of 7 have been on
runs with me. One day, our friend Mike
decided to join us. Why? Um…probably because he wants to get fit again and half
these kiddos are his…and who doesn’t like running with their kids?
Well, this man “hates” running. Or did. Until
the other day…. It was time for a run with the kiddos, but only one 1 wanted to
join us (after an hour of iceskating {and falling}). So we went. And guess
what?? Mike decided that he may actually *like* running. Or love it. So we ran.
I showed him the trails, spurring him on with phrases like, “If we just go a
half mile more, you’ll see this”. And
after a mile & a half, it happened. His sense of adventure kicked in and he
started saying crazy stuff like, “think we can figure out a way to get over
there?”
The phrase that
caught me was “Let’s get lost”. “Um…okay!” I cheerfully agreed. (I tend to be
game for anything…which is not always good, especially when you’re dragging a
worn out 7yo with you because he’s the only one crazy enough to have gone with
you crazy people in the first place). Also, I knew that after this, if we got
lost…or expended all our energies….it would be the last time Christina would
let us go running together. Oops.
Our next mile
was uphill. My 7yo begged us to head home. Mike’s response? “Let’s follow the
sun”. so we did. We followed the sun, which ended up leading us to a main road
that led us back to home. So we didn’t
die, get lost or trampled by moose. But, one of us discovered a passion for
running…and for now, that is enough….
(Some irony- my youth pastor's nickname for me in highschool was "sun catcher" because....he envisioned
me trying to catch the sun in a shoebox….
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