In order to keep my running on track during the holidays, I realized I was going to need to coerce the boys into coming with me. Johnny is still small enough that it makes sense for him to cycle while I jog, but Mark? Well, he's a way better runner than I could ever aspire to be.
And how I love to watch that boy run. It is as if pure, unbridled joy flows out from his feet. Running is not, as it is for me, a task to be completed or a challenge to be conquered. It just happens when he lets himself free. A beautiful and humbling thing to watch.
He has to go slow so I can keep up, but I think we are both fine with that. Also, his feet are the same size as mine. How did we get to this place?