I've started running, trying to build up endurance to get a little further than just the mailbox and back. (I also have a pathological belief that parents should always be able to outrun their children. Ask my dad about this. He was always faster than us.) Today Archer came with me on a 4.5 mile course, he rode his bike and I ran. And walked, and ran, and walked some more. I kept telling him he needs to be cheering me on, and along with his endless stream of chatter, he threw in some encouragement. It was a great distraction. At the end, he rode ahead of me, ran into our garage and ran back out with two orange cones. He ran down to the end of the driveway and placed the two cones on the street, directly in my path, my Finish Line. I raised my arms and cheered for myself as I crossed the line, high fives to my coach and we were all smiles as we bust into the house, our faces red from the wind but happy to have finished the race together.
Thanks Coach!
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