Before heading out the garage, I searched for my running
gloves and of course, I could not find them!
They must be visiting the missing sock land, I opted to rummage and pillage the Basket of Orphaned
Kids Socks, and found a pair of missed match socks to don over my hands for a
make-shift mittens. "Zachary, you want to run a little?"
I asked. He hesitated and then replied,
"Sure." However, he was focused
on some game on the XBOX. I smiled, sighed
and didn't wait. It will be just me and
my thoughts for about a half an hour. I figured a slow jog around the Stony
Brook University Stadium and back will take about that much time. What I thought was going to be a simple 30
minute easy run turned out to be my Favorite Run so far in 2014.
It's been a long time since I have run in the snow, that I
forgot how cool it really is. I was
dreading the possibility falling on my butt with the light snow fall and the
roads still slick from the melting and refreezing. I make shorter strides than normal and plus
my coach said to make it easy as I would be running for an hour and 45 minutes
tomorrow.
I've run this path at least a dozen times, and it was
interesting to see the different imprints in the snow. I noticed a few people dragging their
feet. Others looking like they were
walking like ducks, typically for those who oversupinate. (I probably
got that wrong) About this time, my mind
blanks out, and I focus on my breathing and effort, but I mind fell in and out
of Zen like moments to recognizing the friction and frictionless footing under
my feet.
As I returned towards the train station, I looked back and
noticed someone else running, and I said to
myself, "That guy is just as
crazy as I am for running." As I
slowed to make the turn into the parking lot, I realized that person in the red
hoodie, was my son, Zachary. I stopped
and waited for him to run about 50 yards to meet up with me. "Does Mom, know you came out?" I asked.
"Yeah.. You didn't know I was behind you? Every time you turned around, I hid behind
the snow, like a Ninja. Was I a
Ninja?" He said. I laughed and replied, "Yes you are a
Ninja, a Running Ninja!"
We ran back home, and I felt so lucky thinking that my son
can always be my running partner. No
matter how many marathons or even upcoming Ironman events can ever top running
with my wife or kids. Again, I never
thought lacing up a pair of running shoes would have such an effect on my
family, the lives of the people I know and don't know.
.
Wow. Wow. Wow. You really get it. :)
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