There goes the Gazelle!
There was a time-not so awfully long ago-when having Cydney join me on a jog meant she would rollerblade or bike beside me to keep up while I ran. She simply was too small and didn’t have the stamina to run 3 miles, but enjoyed “working out” with mom; and so she would ride or skate along.
Wow! How time flies! This past Tuesday, I picked Cydney up after school and she said she wanted to go for a run. Sure I thought, “a run”! Well, not only did the girl run, but she seemed to effortlessly bound out in front like some sort of gazelle! Suddenly, I was the one who could barely keep up with this future track star! Seriously, my pride was being severely trampled upon! I pushed it to keep up, but I knew I wasn’t running toward anything. Nope, I was pushing to run from something: the fact that I was not getting any younger and my baby was growing up! That’s a bittersweet realization for certain! And when the cramp in my side goes away, I might just have to cry a bit!