This morning I had an opportunity to do my long run of the week (planning to run 8 or 9 miles). I can't do it Saturday because I'm running in a 5k race.
My plans were derailed when my 5 year old Kylee asked a question as they were getting ready for school. She said "Dad, can you come and help in my class today?" I told her I didn't think I'd be able to today. Then she asked why. Suddenly I felt like a dirtbag. I almost said "Because I have to go run." Ugh. I can't believe that almost came out of my mouth.
Fortunately I caught myself. Then I said "Actually, I will be able to come to your class today!" I want to make sure that running never comes before family.
Helping out at the school turned out to be awesome. My job description today was to help kids glue macaroni noodles to their names. In actuality, my purpose was to limit, as much as possible, the amount of noodles each child ate. Apparently the dry, green macaroni noodles "are really good!!!"
This is what the kids will look like in 30 years:
I'm glad I rode the exercise bike today. Otherwise I would have missed seeing kindergartners eat noodles like they were Skittles.
"I believe that the Good Lord gave us a finite number of heartbeats and I'm damned if I'm going to use up mine running up and down a street." ~ Neil Armstrong