Running with Paul

I posted a message on All Saints' Parents with Young Children blog and I thought it might fit here as well. I haven't been running much with the group on Saturday mornings, though Paul, Jack, and I still meet up with Beth and the rest of the gang for coffee at Starbucks. I still am running a lot and it still is a sacred time to me. This story happened this past Saturday:

I hope everyone got to spend a little time outside this week. Paul and I did something we have not done in a while. On Saturday I strapped him into the red jogger and ran him 6.5 miles through the neighborhood. As we headed towards are house I picked the pace up a little. Paul recognized this and cheered me on, yelling, "We're gonna win, Daddy, we're gonna win" At some imaginary finish line his encouragement turned to congratulations and he yelled, "We won, Daddy, we won."

I'll admit that 75% of the time I am usually telling Paul what not to do, what not to touch, what not to say, or what not to shove his little brother into. On Saturday, at the end of a tiring run, Paul knew just the right thing to say, not only to make sure we all got home, but to give his ol' Dad a chance to win at least one race. Even if we were the only ones who knew we were racing.

I hope everyone has a wonderful week and I look forward to seeing everybody on Saturday.

-Timothy Frilingos