I am not a runner.
I hate running. Running is stupid. If there are no bears around, there is no reason to run. You will never hear me saying "I ran!" because running. Stupid. Boring. Sooo boring.
But I do it sometimes anyway.
There is no glory in it at all. It's a simple matter of being stupidly stubborn about meeting step goals every day. Add in a pile of impatient, and sometimes I'm stuck with a quick one-mile run late in the evening. And sometimes more.
That's not the point.
The point is, about a year ago, I invited Alexis to join me on a quick run. I figured it could only be better if there was someone to talk to along the way, but then I discovered I was wrong. Miss Alexis, she who is 30 years younger than me, whined so hard I was ready to wine my way through the next ten years. We made it all of 50 yards before she was ready to quit and OMG THE WHINING.
How is it that a kid who can do long tumbling runs, dances for hours on end, and spends half her life on a trampoline can't run 50 yards without wanting to collapse into a pile of goop? UNACCEPTABLE. I told Alexis as much and started making her go with me more often.
And then I broke my toe and running became even more stupid than usual and blah, blah. I stopped with even the quick little runs.
Tonight I decided it was time to get back in the game. Alexis and I laced up and made our way outside. We made it about 3/4 of a mile and my lazy collided with my common sense and suddenly I was all, "Running is stupid. I'm going to walk."
WRONG.
Miss Alexis immediately started in with the "C'mon, slowpoke!" and "You can do it!" and OMG SHE SOUNDED JUST LIKE ME. She said every little motivational thing I say to her, both of the straight-up encouragement and of the reverse psychology type. If I have said it before, she said it tonight.
You guys, I'm annoying. I'm annoying enough that I wanted to punch me in the face, except that it was Alexis sounding like me and she's cute and not very punchable and ugh.
It really sucks when the sins of your parenting because the sins of your kids.
