So last Saturday me and some friends ran a 5k, not a huge deal. The profits went to helping fight for gay rights, primarily marriage rights in the U.S and in MN. Any way it was free for children under 13 to join. So my 11 year old son came along.

My friends wearing fantastic 80’s pop star costumes decided to walk it, but I wanted to see what I could do so I (slowly) ran it. Thinking my kid would walk with them and another little boy who was with us.
But he ran with me instead.
I was expecting he might try and it would follow with the normal list complaints.
Such as…
“My joints hurt”
“My feet hurt”
“My lungs are achy.”

Granted he does have asthma, but what I heard was…

“No I want to do this.”
“This is making me feel really confident.”
and “Oh can we stop, I need to tie my shoe lace?”

I was sooooo proud of him, not just for running the race, because I definitely am. But because he tried something new and a little scary and a little hard, and he did it.
We even got a fairly good time of 37 minutes!

He was a great running partner because he talked almost the whole time, giving me something to listen too, he in turn had someone to talk too and we had a good time together.
He only complained a little because his legs were cold, but so where mine, it’s October in Mpls., it happens.
And it was really more of a coment than a complaint.

And a person running a 5k isn’t really a big deal, running it in 40 minutes isn’t either.
It was a small thing, and it made for a great day.