Emma ran in the Hurricane track meet this evening. It was windy and freezing cold! She ran the 400 meters and the 200 meters. She did so great. I'm so proud of her. Emma's a great runner! But I was SO worried about her down there on the track freezing to death in her little spandex and tank top, waiting for her heats to start. It's hard to be the mom. I'm always wanting to take care of my kiddos!
I got on my old friend, the treadmill, today. It's not quite like running along the beach, but I got it done. Lance and Owen did their best to interrupt, but I felt pretty good today.
I didn't realize how much watching Emma on the track team would evoke feelings of regret in my heart. I've always loved to run. Clear back in elementary school I was winning races. I didn't go out for the track team in high school thanks to my terrible shin splints. But as I look at Emma, I wish I would have just done it. I know I was in so much pain back then. And it probably was the best choice. But still. What could have been?
I'm just going to look forward. And cheer on my own little runner. As I always tell my kids, "I MADE you. So. I'll take a lot of credit." :)
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