I believe that my transformation from couch potato to (faux)runner started after my kids were born. Initially, while battling mild post partum depression, I stepped out for “some air” while Mr. FauxRunner would run with the minions in a jogging stroller. Oh, how I hated that walking from my front door to the neighborhood entrance!! But slowly it turned into the quest for bigger bolder things; and when the minions were little, I viewed running as literally running away for a couple of hours.
Other moms would write of running while their kids rode their bikes. Not me. My minions were late bloomers to bike riding and with a full time day job, I hardly got to see them before the early hours when I’d tiptoe out of the house to run (yes, many a run was aborted because one or the other minion would wake up and ask to snuggle with me).
That didn’t stop the minions from supporting me and cheering me on in races!
We made my first marathon at Chicago into a family trip and my then 4yo (the little minion) absorbed it all and drew this at her pre-school.
At Augusta Ironman 70.3, they made some great posters for me on race course.
They don’t get to come to my races too often, mainly because Mr. FauxRunner chooses not to be coordinated enough to follow me around at races. The ones they come to cheer me, best . cheerleaders. ever!
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