with mom, sort of
August 7, 2013 at 1:47 am 8 comments
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a pair became one
three steps, one blink – he is gone
alone – i do run
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Peyton was here just a second ago…
August 6, 2013
Running on the trail with my son Peyton, sort of – We started together, passed each other twice and I found him by the car. He had been waiting for about 5 minutes. Humph! 🙂
Entry filed under: Exercise, funny, haiku, musings, nature, Personal, poetry, Relationships, Running, teenagers. Tags: exercise, inspiration, musings, nature, outdoors, Parenting, Poetry, running, trail running, training.
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typewriterpoet | August 7, 2013 at 2:16 am
Ah getting older means being passed up, glad i am not alone in this event =)
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Kira | August 7, 2013 at 8:54 pm
I’m just impressed that you can actually run! lol Running and I just are not the best of friends. Give me some Zumba any day of the week!
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words4jp | August 8, 2013 at 12:23 am
Aha – you are a Zumba junkie. I used to teach Salsa. Yes, I run and bike. If I could afford to belong to a fitness facility, I would swim. Someday I hope to get back to triathlons again. Till then, I get my butt beat by Peyton. He has soccer trouts next week, so he must get in good shape.
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Dom DiFrancesco | August 7, 2013 at 11:17 pm
Did he leave you in a cloud of dust or just circle back and wait at the car? Either way, kids will do this to you every time…no respect. 🙂
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words4jp | August 8, 2013 at 12:18 am
Yep. Cloud of dust. He did run. We passed each other out on the trail. He has that soon-to-be 16 yr old energy. Boy, I am feeling old. He beat the pants off of me today. I am beat. 😉
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Lunch Sketch | August 20, 2013 at 12:13 pm
My young fella is 16 and I remember having to wait for him in my kayak but I can see the time fast approaching where he will (like Peyton) wait for me.
Not fair that they get faster as they get older and we get slower 🙂
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words4jp | August 20, 2013 at 1:42 pm
no, it is not, though it makes me want to run faster!
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shylaj11 | August 22, 2013 at 2:24 am
If only it were possible to bottle their energy and enthusiasm.