Saturdays always creep up on me.
Today the paper airplanes flew, the lego battles were won, the snowforts constructed and crumbled. Today the movie was watched snuggled together, today there were no naps, no quiet times, no play dates... Today there was teenage drama, there was four year old contemplative understandings of the interworkings of the dishwasher, the clogged drain, the superhero demeanor. Today there was the offical writing of a training plan into the planner so that every day I would know....
Saturdays creep up and seem to slip away just as fast. Teasing me with their brief moments of calm. Taunting me with temporary sibling cooperation. Today my son did planks with me. Today he ran with me. Today he told me that in english they had to pick someone to write about that they thought of as a role model and he chose me.... Thankfully we were running ... thankfully he didn't see my tears... thankfully he didn't hear my snort when I asked him why and he responded..."because I didn't know anyone else".....
Saturdays slide out of my reality faster than I can force a focus on them. They dissipate quietly into Sunday catch up and are seemingly lost forever amongst the Mons, Tues, Weds, Thurs, Fri....
Then just as unpredictably ... Saturdays seem to forever creep up on me again.
At the very beginnings of this half ironman training... I want to embrace that creep... I wish I had seen it coming. I wish I had prepared for quiet moments of God given happiness so evident in my life...
Run streak day 386... Peace to you in running from this humble blind runner :)
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