Our (sorta sweet) fight this morning:
Mom: Asher, what do you want to be when you grow up?
Asher: a knight.
Mom: oh? That seems dangerous.
Asher: but mom, I’d be big and tall. And I want to protect Selah. I have lots of tricky karate moves.
(Who knew knights do karate?!)
Mom: that’s a sweet brother, bubba.
Selah: I don’t need protecting.
(Which proceeded to make Asher angry and pout, and Mommy kinda proud of both of them 😉).
There’s a possibility that I can be ambitious on the sign-ups and weak on the execution for some of our family activities…you know, if I’m being honest. I just picture us having this fun, athletic family who tackles anything. Which sometimes we totally are; and other times it’s actually a disaster of complaining and prodding and nothing how it was in my head, and we all end up mad and disappointed (but with pictures that likely make my memory of how awful it is fade fairly fast). Again, just honest.
However, we are signed up as a family for a 5K in a few weeks with my parents, so I have been thinking that we should get out there and try it before it is a mess of complaining and general disaster conditions 😂. Last week was a good practice opportunity – an event in Santa Barbara that seemed family friendly… and close to home in the event of the world ending (ie. our kids’ likely portrayal of the torture we make them endure called ‘exercise’).
In addition to family, I also recruited unsuspecting work buddies, friends, and the girls we live with, and promptly handed the kids off to all of them while I jumped into the 1k swim to start off the night, vowing to catch them on the 5k run to follow.
I have to say, the swim went better than I expected in my dinosaur of a wetsuit – and I loved the boost of proud energy I got from high-fiving Selah as she ran down the hill as I ran up. (The run started while I was racing, so I tried to catch them on the uphill, but she was too fast!). Asher and Daddy made it to the turn around before I caught them, and Dad reported that he did at least 3/4 of the whole run on his own! And we all ran through the finish line together – one proud, tired, happy family.
I haven’t raced in a long time…actually, just about 8 years probably since it was at least a year prior to Selah being born. I can’t say there’s any one reason I haven’t, but I can tell you that this group exercise program (Jenny Schatzle Program) that I’m doing motivated me to just get out and do it, no matter how messy it looked (in my head or in reality) or what the outcome was. Exercise is my sanctuary and sanity – and this time I got to enjoy it with my favorites – and be reminded of a time gone by when I enjoyed swimming and running races too. And – bonus – it went so well I’d do it again! (I can’t say the same for Selah, but Jesse and Asher seem to be game, so she might come around yet!).
Our beautiful firstborn – a school picture for family!