Just when I think I’m in shape, just when I think I’m a pretty strong runner, my six-year-old Joey leaves me in his dust.
He’s done it twice now, first during the two-mile University of Florida Homecoming race where he took off, never looked back, and crossed the finish line well before I did. He did it again on Saturday at the first annual Reindeer Run, a community event intended to help in the fight against childhood obesity. That kid just blew right past me and ran with all his might for one mile. I am so proud.
I’m proud of Danny too. He ran his little heart out in the 100-yard dash and took a stab at the mile run too. He couldn’t run the entire course, but he did cross the finish line and counts the medal he received for his fitness feats as one of his most prized possessions. He’s already packed it in his backpack for his Pre-K Show & Tell on Thursday.
Next, I think I’ll sign us up to complete a marathon. We won’t do it in the traditional manner but we’ll run and chart a mile at a time until we reach 25 miles. Then we’ll run the final 1.2 miles during a local race in February. And while I intend to train and run that final leg with Joey, something tells me I’ll be chasing him the whole way. How thrilling that will be.