I was poking around the house last week, engaging in two of my favourite pre-run rituals: bitching and complaining.
After my usual slow start, I was dressed and ready to go, but dragging my butt around the house, finding excuses not to get out the door. My two adolescent sons were still in their pyjamas, enjoying the no-time-limit computer free-for-all that we usually allow on the first few days of summer vacation. I paused by the door of the computer room, envying their leisure and sighed, “I just don’t feel like going for a run right now.”
My 15-year old son put his hands on my shoulders, looked me in the eye and offered these words of encouragement:
“Suck it up, princess.”
There was a pause, and we both burst out laughing. Then I headed out the door, feeling strangely rejuvenated.
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