Happy Take It and Run Thursday, Interwebs! Today's topic is running hopes, dreams, and wishes. I've talked about my running dreams many times, from my current Quest for the Perfect Socks to my perfectly reasonable goal of running the Boston Marathon with George Clooney as my personal pacer, dressed like Wonder Woman, while The Killers perform "All These Things That I've Done" live. Y'know, the usual.
But I do have one dream that is bigger than all of the others.
Some day, I want to run a marathon with Jack.
If you've run a marathon before, you know the gamut of emotions that you go through as you cover those 26.2 miles. It is, as Emil Zatopek said, an experience - from happiness to fear to struggle and back to happiness again. To share all of those feelings, to live that experience, with one of the people who I love most in the world would be nothing short of magical for me.
I have to believe that Jack has a marathon in him. At three years old, he has the determination to run 1/4 mile, which is a lot if you're only 40 inches tall, and as his mother, I am all too familiar with his stubbornness when there's something he wants, all good traits for a marathoner. More importantly, look at the joy on his face in this picture:
That is the face of a person who loves to run.
I know it may be a few years before Jack's ready to do 26.2 with me. If we tried right now, chances are I'd have to figure out a way to bring the portable DVD player with us so he wouldn't get bored, or we'd end up arguing about whether or not to run the race carrying lightsabers. And really, anyone who throws such a big fit about getting his toenails cut that he gets a nosebleed (this actually happened on Monday) isn't quite ready for the prospect of losing a toenail altogether.
But my dream is that one day, when my best little guy isn't so little any more, he and I will cross the finish line of a marathon together. And he'll be an even better pacer than George Clooney.