One of the reasons I run on a regular basis is to set a good example for my girls, Rosie (age 9) and Grace (age 7). I won't pretend it's the main reason. But, it's up there. When they were really little, they often used to cry when I told them I was going out for a run. There must have been a part of them that worried I wasn't coming back, or, more likely, they just wanted me stay home and continue to give them my undivided attention. Which is why I needed to go. It always used to break my heart a little to see them get upset, but once I hit the road, on my own, I would start to get the mental and physical release that I was craving and I was able to put my guilt aside, if only for a little while. Over time, the girls began to understand that, regardless of what they wanted or needed, unless it was an emergency, I was going to go for a run. As they got older, they began to accept it as just something that mom does. And sometimes, they had their own fun with it, at my expense.
Waiting patiently for me to get back from a run...
...with water balloons
Ready. Aim. Fire!
When I first started running marathons, shortly after my second daughter was born, my husband used to bring them along to watch and cheer. Depending on the size of the race, they would see me anywhere from 1-3 times.
.... still waiting (Grace)
... and finally the dandelion pass off was successful.
DO NOT QUIT.
NEVER GIVE UP.
From the Night - Stars