It’s a lazy day. I’m sitting at a park sitting inside my van just taking it all in. YaYa is within my sights. He is at his soccer practice. Its one day late for soccer and one day early for my rest day.
As I sit here, I watch a threesome as they run laps around the park. The park is small so they pass by frequently. I watch them as they warm up; they move slowly and steadily. Soon they are picking up the speed. They breathe hard and their faces turn red in color as they run past. From my van, it looks boring. They persist. They put one foot in front of the other and just keep on moving. I know tomorrow, on-lookers may see me and think the same thing. B-o-r-i-n-g. But it won’t be boring at all for me.
On the field, YaYa takes the ball and dribbles up the field. His feet know the drill. His feet are more familiar with the drill then those of his teammates, and more familiar than they were just a few weeks back. Kick-Run-Kick-Run…