I used to be a marathon runner, then after having Kai I started to work the power walk and since having Connor both seem like distant memories. I still make it outside daily but I rarely get my sweat on. So, I am trying to embrace this new outdoor “adventure”,its occasionally painful and always dependant on my Q boys’ moods.
We walked to the library on Saturday and Kai walked the whole way. It usually takes me 20 minutes but on Saturday it took me 60 minutes with Kai bringing up the rear. He’d run for 20 paces and then stop for what felt like 20 minutes and then repeat. Now, I was smart enough to leave the hockey stick at home but he still found diversions including "pucks" as we walked; hard chunks of ice that he insisted on carrying with his paper thin gloved hands.
Kai’s hands were soaking wet, frozen cold but that didn't dampen his sporting spirit. Everywhere he looked he saw hockey; "Look Momma, a puck on the back of that car" (think: spare wheel on a Honda CRV), then branches as hockey sticks and of course the ice "pucks" we were collecting every 10 steps.
So for me, there was no "workin' it", no "getting my sweat on". I think those days are gone, for now. Yep, this momma is destined to tap into the slow muscle burn by way of the "lunge walk", or squat repeats as I wait for Kai to finish picking up some other hockey item discovered out in nature.
The voice inside my head reminded me: “Silly Momma, these walks are not for you, these are Q boy adventures that you might as well embrace!”