with mom, sort of

August 7, 2013 at 1:47 am 8 comments

˜

a pair became one

three steps, one blink – he is gone

alone – i do run

where might he be

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!  🙂

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then smoke screens

8 Comments Add your own

  • 1. 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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  • 2. 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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    • 3. 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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  • 4. 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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    • 5. 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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  • 6. 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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    • 7. words4jp  |  August 20, 2013 at 1:42 pm

      no, it is not, though it makes me want to run faster!

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  • 8. shylaj11  |  August 22, 2013 at 2:24 am

    If only it were possible to bottle their energy and enthusiasm.

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