Saturday was day #200 in my running streak. I ran a short 3 miler, and as I drew near to home, on the corner, I spotted Jerry and the kids who had come out to meet me for the last quarter mile of the run. Norah was dressed in her "running clothes," Caleb was in regular clothes, and both kids were barefoot.
Having them run toward me was the best thing I'd seen that day.
We met up and they ran with me for the last stretch of my run, and then, eager to run some more, we went a little farther and then turned around for home. As a 2 year old, Caleb often looks like he's about to careen forward as he's running (still a top-heavy-toddler), but he's getting more balanced and loves to run as he declares: "Me feet supa fast!" He hasn't figured out what to do with his arms yet, so they just sort of flap loosely at his sides.
Norah, however, gets the concept of bending her arms at the elbow and tucking them in a bit, and since she's better balanced, she doesn't look like she's gonna nose-dive into the pavement at any minute. Plus, Norah is getting surprisingly fast, and a few times, I had to run in earnest to keep up with her.
Afterward, since we were "so sweaty" (Norah's words), we took a dip in the pool. It was a nice way to mark the day in the streak.
July has been a bit of a trial on the streak: Like everyone else, I'm sweltering out there, and I seemed to have lost some mojo. Still, I'm getting the runs in -- most of them short and slow -- and am hoping it's just the season, and like the season, I'm hopeful that this lackluster feeling will pass.