“A child who does not play is not a child, but the man who does not play has lost forever the child who lived in him.”
⁃ Pablo Neruda
My children reminded me how to be. How to move naturally yesterday. To be child like and just enjoy the present.
For weeks, actually months my older 2 daughters have been nagging and nagging to come along for a run with me. I submitted and agreed they could come. In fact I’ve given them two days they can run with me. Full on runs for them but nice active rest runs for me. When I normally run I think too much. How my stride is, what my body position is doing, checking my pace. It isn’t normally until 3-4 miles in that I find a steady relaxed pace and some what quieten down my inner dialogue. Only then do I begin to enjoy it.
We set off at a comfortable pace for us all. Not once did I think about what I was doing. I was checking on my daughters, making sure it wasn’t too tough on them. Encouraging them when they found it tough. Living and laughing together. Hearing them saying they are proud of themselves, learning to push through when it’s tough. To know and feel achievement.
Something I haven’t done on a run since I don’t know when.
I run as a necessity not a want or something I like to do. Now I’m counting down the days to our next run together.
Now I’m paying attention to playing. To been child like. What’s the point of been fit for life if you don’t play and enjoy it.
Now If i could just sit in a seated squat like my 2 year old.
live like jay. Be like Goggins.