|After their first-5k at Gettysburg. All still look pretty fresh|
|A bit of energy left to play on the playground|
The youngest kids and I found a spot fairly close to the finish line at which to wait for "our" runners to pass through and hoped for a good
After a spot o' lunch, the gang were ready for aGettysburg hike
A little jealous, actually.
So many of my friends are running now. My kids are all getting into running. I'm proud of them - more than I can say, I am so proud of the fact that even my 7 year-old can run two miles easily, that even the 3 year-old can get in around a half-mile at a trot. But I am just not there. I don't see the joy in putting one foot in front of the other at a somewhat faster pace than I do every day around my house. I see that my friends all find the joy in it, I can accept that my children are finding that joy, but so far I just don't. (Apologies all around!)
|Set and Ready to go! Our runners are well-|
rested and look GREAT!
It was not the same lovely weather we experienced in Gettysburg. It was instead a muggy, hot, miserable day for a run. (Spinster did not join in for this super-sticky run, partly because of the heat.) This run was populated enough that the runners were split into different "corrals." You can read a short insider's account over at Maestro's blog.
|Nothing like a sweat-producing run to make you long for the Ocean Water!|
|Lookin' pretty refreshed after a 5k run in muggy heat!|
For now, I'll stick to my walks (the youngest of my five can't run that fast anyway), send the older boys on "minimum one-, maximum two-" mile runs, and hit the Climbing gym every so often. Yeah. That sounds good and relaxing. I'll just close my eyes and wander my mind over there for a few - and meet you back here for the next post!