
This morning I joined moms from the MOPS group for a last hoorah of the year. I was already tired from my strength and endurance class at the YMCA. This meet and mingle at the park turned out to be round two of strength, endurance, and patience!
I'm starting to realize I am the only mom I see who is constantly sprinting after her child. I'm not exaggerating...people comment on how fast he takes off and how determined he is NOT to respond to my hollaring. He sprints into parking lots, out of buildings (mind you, people see him coming and open the door for him...gee thanks people!) I always yell "Spencer STOP!" for the benefit of all those looking at me. But, I know that yelling 'stop' will do nothing. He will run, and I will chase. Poor Maegan has been left standing vunerable in many a venue while I do all this chasing. So, this wears me out. But, I have a really hard time getting mad at him because he is laughing and smiling so sweetly as he runs away. When I catch him he says "sorry mommy I run." We didn't stay very long at the park.
I'm entering a Sprint Triatholon this summer to put all this training to use :)