Trying to find my passion....

When I was a little girl my mom was quite the runner. I remember her out running races and cheering her on....I loved it. As a child it made me have a fondness for running and I often would join my mom on her jogs. I have wonderful memories of this (I actually have a great picture of my mom and I running together when I was little but my scanner isn't working - ugh!). At the young age of 8 or so I was running races with my mom - the longest being a 10k. It was something I loved to do at that age. Unfortunately, as I got older and involved in school activities I let running go by the wayside....something I have always regretted.

Through the years I have tried to give running a shot here and there. My husband is a great runner and I would love to have that hobby together. It seems that I'll run for awhile and then for one reason or another I give it up. Recently I gave it another shot - got back on the horse so to speak - and I've gone running a few times. It just seems I'm trying to find my passion for it again...looking....looking....looking....

And I think last night I found it.

As I was lacing up my running shoes my little girl stood beside me and said, "Mommy, can I run with you tonight?"

It was like my mind flashed back 25 years ago to when I would ask my mom the exact same thing. I nearly got a little choked up!

I enthusiastically told her, "YES!" and together we took off into the sunset. My running pace is slow which is great for a 5 year old. We had some great conversation and I was floored at how well she did. She never asked to stop to walk once!

It meant so much to me to have my little girl with me while I ran...it brought back so many memories...and in the end....

I think it helped me find my passion again.

Thanks Eva....I love you peanut!