Wednesday, January 1, 2014

you okay, mom?

Max is ahead of me, we're running on's New Year's day.
He turns around, briefly, presumably to make sure I'm...still there?
"Mom, you okay?"
"Huh? Yeah, I'm fine, why?" (huff puff pant pant)
"Um, your cheeks are really rosy red."
Yeah yeah yeah...
A minute later, "Mom, you sure you're okay?"

Yes, I'm okay getting my ass kicked (yet again) by my nine year-old.


1 comment:

Jill said...

This made me chuckle. Remember he's got fresh legs! I got absolutely smoked by one of our girls at GOTR last spring. She wanted to run with me during practice and I'd warned her I'm definitely not as fast as her. She said no problem, and hung in with my slow pace for a solid 3 miles, and at the last quarter mile I jokingly told her to go, save herself, and she giggled in delight and *took off* -- so cute. Happy New Year, my friend! Here is wishing you a wonderful 2014!