When I started my Team in Training workouts back in the spring, it never occurred to me that there was a tiny little person watching my every move. After a few weeks, he would start asking questions at breakfast. “Is today a running day or a kickboxing day?” he’d ask. “Don’t forget your water bottle!” he’d remind me as we left the house.
By August, he was asking me if he could join me on my runs, helped me with my hill sprints when his Daddy was away, and even stayed by my side on a nearly one mile cooldown run. By September, he was begging me to find some kids’ races for him to run.
It wasn’t a conscious lesson, but there’s probably no better time in his life to learn it. There’s a lot that’s beyond the grasp of someone who can’t yet read, but he intuitively gets running. He’s learned about pace in his own words: “If you go fast, you can’t go far. If you go far, you can’t go fast.”
While I’ve been incapacitated, he’s been a great little coach. He reminds me that getting better takes time, and that “we’ll be up and running again before you know it!” His enthusiasm is contagious, and I know that he’ll be right by my side when I attempt that first slow run.
Sure, there will come a day where all he’ll want to do is sit inside and play video games with his friends, but maybe that urge to run will stay with him and keep him healthy as he gets older.