When I was mapping out my twenty mile run I loaded the girls into the car to check the mileage.
We headed out to the ocean and stared at the waves as we drove. After a bit, my oldest daughter said, “Wow, you’re going to run this far?”
I told her yes, this would be what mommy did while she was sleeping on Saturday morning.
“This is a really long way,” she told me, shaking her head, her eyes wide.
I laughed and told her yes, this would be twenty miles, the furthest I had ever gone.
And then she said what ever running mother wants to hear. “When I get big, I’m going to run this far too!”
