Dear Kid,
We run to the end of the wall, the wall, we run to the end of the wall.
We run to the end of the wall, the wall, we run to the end of the wall.
It was a beautiful day. The sun was shining, there was a nice breeze, the birds were (somewhere) chirping, and Pi and I were ruining the whole thing by running.
Who thought up running?
And who thought it would be a good (and by “good” I mean healthy) idea to breathe in car fumes and asphalt gasses instead of sitting comfortably on the couch?
Grumble.
We run to the end of the bridge, the bridge, we run to the end of the bridge.
We run to the end of the bridge, the bridge, we run to the end of the bridge.
Canada Goose: Get out of our bathroom.
Me: This is a sidewalk, not a bathroom.
CG: It’s our bathroom. Scram!
We run to the end of the road, the road, we run to the end of the road.
We run to the end of the road, the road, we run to the end of the road.
Pi: Come on, Mom, you can do it! We’re almost there!
Of course, by “almost there” she meant we were about a mile from the gym, where we planned to work out—after which we’d still have to walk home.
We run to the end of the fence, the fence, we run to the end of the fence.
We run to the end of the fence, the fence, we run to the end of the fence.
Pi: How about we sprint a little? We can sprint to the next driveway and then walk two driveways.
We were in a commercial area. Driveways were 6½ miles apart.
Me: How about we sprint to the yellow thingy. (I was feeling tired.)
Pi: The fire hydrant?
Me: Right.
Pi: Okey. Then we can jog to the driveway.
Me: Don’t count on it. (I said that part inside my head. I am not so foolish as to say it outloud.)
We sprinted to the fire hydrant and then jogged. By which I mean she ran really, really fast to the fire hydrant and then jogged. I ran (much less quickly) to the fire hydrant (arriving approximately 3 hours after Pi) and then walked to meet her.
She’s nice like that. She waits for me.
We run to the end of the trees, the trees, we run to the end of the trees.
We run to the end of the trees, the trees, we run to the end of the trees.
We made it to the gym. We worked out. It is possible (but not likely) that I’ll be able to lift my arms tomorrow. It’s even possible that I’ll live through the entire summer of working out with her. But only because working out with me will generally be her second workout of the day.
Which means she’ll be more focused on me. That can’t be good.
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