Par for the course
We hit the trail after a full day of scrapbooking together. I use the term scrapbooking in a very loose sense. What I actually did was write the stories for the pages in my running scrapbook which were scrapped over a year ago. It is hard to remember all of the details from these races. Since I had not yet begun to blog back then, I could not fall back on my writing for the reports.
I might have been able to keep busy by creating a few new pages however, given the fact that my blogging has taken over my scrapbooking time, I haven’t even printed the photos which I needed to do this. As Cindy feverishly worked on a book for her parent’s 50th wedding anniversary, I tried to remember back 4-5 years ago. I am happy to report that I did make progress in recounting even the briefest of stories for the scrapbook pages. I even added them to my collection of race reports.
By the end of the day, Cindy, YaYa, and I were tired of being indoors. We went back to the same trail which we ran on yesterday for an evening walk. Almost immediately, YaYa was begging me for a piggyback ride. There was NO WAY that I was going to say yes to that request. As we came to the first of the Par Course stations, I suggested that YaYa give the exercise a try. He completed the first exercise. Then he did another, and another. Soon, Cindy and I were also working the stations.
We had covered 3+ miles, did all the exercise stations, and had a great time. By the time we finished stretching, YaYa had found another activity to occupy him. He was busy with a lizard which he named “Liz” (if it was a girl) or “Richard” (if it was a boy). It was par for the course; I swear this boy makes friends where ever he goes. Sometimes, I forget how young he really is. He had a hard time leaving his new found friend to go home. With a promise to return another time, he wiped away his tears, and we finally left for home.
Posted by Juls.
Filed under All in the family, Cross-Training
Posted on Sun, 10 August 2008 at 8:31 pm
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Life is a journey and, for me, running is a huge part of it. Just like a great run, it has easy and tough parts. It is beautiful at times and ugly at others. Hopefully, I will reach the finish feeling good about what I have accomplished and leave a long trail of bread crumbs to show, those that wish to know, where I have been.