I struggled today. Today was a 10 miler day. My training schedule and my mind demanded 10 miles, but my body was begging for an easy 6. A pleasant surprise at mile 6 was delivered to me in a small-sized package … My 8 year old son was anxiously waiting for me with his helmet on his head and CamelBack strapped on (even a Gu pack tucked inside for me). As my tired legs got closer to my husband’s truck pulled off the side of the road, I could see my son Bryce and his bicycle waiting for me. They remembered my 5 mile out and back chosen path, and thought I might need a pint-sized bubble of encouragement to help me finish the second-half of my run. Bryce was so thrilled to ride along side of me back home. I turned off my music and listened to him talk about the smell of the cows and how he would spend his birthday money. He talked - while I breathed heavy, listened, and smiled. He felt so proud protecting me by watching for cars and providing water for me when needed. He pedaled slowly and stayed by my side almost the entire way, until the driveway was in site and he sped up to beat me home. I would not have had it any other way. I was so glad he came along!
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