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Saturday, March 15th, 2014
3 years, 3 months.
This morning our family got to go to a Monster Jam truck show, and to my surprise, we actually arrived there early.
That… never happens.
Fortunately, it was a fairly sunny (and non-rainy) day to enjoy some fresh air around the nearby park. So we did.
It was today that I officially realized something:
You refuse to walk when Mommy and I take you out in public; in large, open-ended spaces.
However, you have no reservations whatsover about running continuously like Pac-Man trying to eating as many of those white dots as he can before he has to avoid a ghost.
And with all that running around, you mysteriously don’t find yourself short on energy. In fact, today, I served as your pace car; making sure you didn’t run too far ahead of me into the street or the pond with all the ducks and giant goldfish.
The entire time, you had a toy Monster Jam truck in each hand… and you never stumbled or fell.
Granted, the moment that Mommy and I told you it was time for us to make our way into the building, as the show would soon be beginning, you instantly changed your tune:
“Daddy, hold me…. Mommy, hold me.”
Your feet didn’t hit the floor again until we got home, because you were carried around the rest of the day.
I get it. You’re not lazy. You actually love getting out and burning off energy, obviously.
What you want from Mommy and me is physical affection in the form of an embrace. I suppose it won’t be until later on that you began to understand the concept of what hugs are really for… or being cuddly on a more regular basis.
Right now, you’re more about being held and/or being tickled, when it comes to physical affection.
So you won’t walk in public, but you sure will run. Classic.
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Sunday, March 10th, 2013
2 years, 3 months.
While learning to walk really is a big deal, I feel like I never hear of any parents talking about the first time their kid runs.
I’m not referring to walking fast. I’m not talking about jogging a few steps before falling down. Instead, I mean running.
Today was the first time where your updated motor skills had the opportunity to be tested on an open course. Mommy and I took you to a huge park with virtually no physically boundaries.
You just got to wander wherever you wanted to today; you’re so not used to that. Granted, we were about 15 feet behind and/or in front of you the whole time.
Mommy and I joked that you ran your first 5 K today. Once you started running, and realized you could do it without falling and hearing us trying to stop you, you didn’t want to stop- so you didn’t.
Just like Forrest Gump.
I just didn’t know a 2 year-old could run for 20 minutes straight. It’s like you were trying to burn off all the calories from your goldfish crackers for the past week. If so, you were successful.
As one would predict, you were ready for bed early tonight. That worked out pretty conveniently since yesterday was Daylight Savings Time so technically I had to put you to bed an hour early.
You pretty much snubbed the playground for the opportunity to run the whole time. As much as you like dogs, you weren’t that fascinated by any of them you saw today. You were only semi-impressed by seeing kites for the first time.
Running made you very happy today. This seems like the perfect cure for your typical Sunday afternoon antsy-ness. Just let you run in a park until you heart is content.
Honestly, I’m nearly more excited about you running for the first time than when you learned to walk.
Walking is so last year anyway.
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Saturday, September 24th, 2011
I finally made my first purchase through Groupon: a half priced entry fee for 2011 The Warrior Dash in Manchester, site of the famous Bonnaroo music festival. My good friend Dave told me how instead of paying 60 bucks to run in the obstacle course-infused 5 K race, I could do it for only 30. It was just random enough that I couldn’t pass up the opportunity.
While I do ride my mountain bike during my lunch break every day, and run when I can, I am definitely not conditioned for a 3 mile, American Gladiator style race. I was well aware of the fact I wouldn’t come close to winning. I was just in it for the thrill of the unknown adventure. So much so, that I didn’t even research what kind of obstacles I would be encountering in The Warrior Dash.
Last Saturday morning, I drove Jack and Jill nearly an hour outside of Nashville and joined the thousands of other adventurists; many of them in outrageous costumes. My goal was simply to run the entire race, never slowing down to a jog or walk.
The race was designed to wear a person out. During the first half of the 5K, there were only a couple of challenges, like scaling a 10 foot tall mountain of hay bales and running on top of junk cars; no prob. But that final mile and a half was barbed in wire; both metaphorically and literally.
I remember having to climb three separate walls (being at least two stories high) with the help of a knotted rope. Reaching the top was the “easy” part. It was the other side of each of those walls that was the problem. One wall simply had wooden planks about three feet apart to climb down on, the next had a steel pole to slide down, and the third had a makeshift ladder that went half way down, then it just dropped off: I had to fall at least 12 feet, fortunately landing on my feet.
Of course, having ran hard the whole way, each obstacle was that much more difficult to cross; my arms were automatically shaking as I crossed the vertical rope ladder and the man-made cave, which involved crawling in a completely dark, two foot tall tunnel.
Mind you, there are so many participants in this race, we were constantly bumping into each other; simply not tripping over each other was a challenge in and of itself. The race ended with a 3 foot deep mud pit. I didn’t want to ruin my good pair of running shoes, so I carried them above my head while avoiding the barbed wires.
Needless to say, I achieved my goal- I ran the entire race. And though I came pretty close two times after the race ended, I never threw up.
It took me about 45 minutes and I’m pretty sure I beat the guy running in a tutu as well as Papa Smurf; so I felt pretty darn accomplished. I can’t wait to run it again next year!
Everything is a mysterious, physical adventure to my son, Jack. I think I envy that about him. After all, I sit behind a desk on the phone for 8 hours a day. The Warrior Dash allowed me to imagine myself in a world similar to Jack’s; adding mud, blood, and bruises.
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