Saturday Morning Run

Ok, before we went to bed last night, I asked my three children and my wife if they wanted to go run with me the next morning.  I should understand by now that no one in my family is excited about the prospect of running, especially when they know that is going to be cold outside.  But, we went through the ritual process of hem-hawing and indecisiveness that comes with the dreaded question, "Do ya'll want to run with me in the morning?"  Now, there is no doubt in my mind that my family loves me and that is the very reason they have such a hard time.  They want to spend time with me, but I also know that they probably feel as if someone is punishing them for wanting to spend time with dad running.   Well, when Shanda and I put the kids to bed, everyone was half-heartedly on board with getting up and running this morning.  But I gotta be honest, when my feet hit the floor this morning, I could not bring even myself to put on my running clothes, so, I took a warm shower and then decided I would read my bible and write.  All of those activities lasted about an hour.  When, to my surprise, my bride walked out of our bedroom with her exercise outfit on.  She said, "I thought we were going out?"  WOW!  I jumped up out of the recliner, gave her a huge hug, changed, and off we went.  We left the kids in the bed.  Even though running is hard, I do not wish for my kids to think of running as punishment.  I want them to see running as a means to stay healthy and a great way to clear your mind.  My wife and I had a great time running/walking and now it's time to get on with the rest of the day.  I was informed by my bride that today is the day I have the opportunity to paint the ceiling in the boys' bedroom.  I regret that I was not writing this blog when I fell through the ceiling of our two boys' bedroom.  That would have made for a great story.