Of course, the tug of life is never too far away. In addition to a runner, I'm also a dad. While I am honestly pretty selfish with my running time, every so often I'll bag a workout and take my son out with me and let my wife sleep in.
So, what follows is a run in pictures with my son. Not the intervals that I had planned, but probably one of the more fun runs that I've had in quite some time. Yes, I did stop a handful of times to take pictures so the run probably wasn't a "quality" run. But if I didn't stop, what would I have posted about today? Ehh, probably poop. Happy Friday!
Starting out on the run. Fortunately I have my Maui Jim sunglasses on. It was BRIGHT!
Probably one of my most favorite pictures....ever.
My plan was to run to the track, let my son run free while I did some 800s at a 5:30 pace. Well, when I let him go out and play and started around the track he started screaming and running after me :( I'm too much of a softie to let that go on for too horribly long so I just decided to strap him back into the jogging stoller and run some quick tempo miles and call it a day. Not ideal, but I think I'll live without ONE speed day.
Thoughtful silence contemplating his next 400.....
Orrrr, maybe looking in the direction of the chickens that were clucking. Either way
Riding in hot air balloons is pretty popular in Phoenix. The mix of painfully clear skies, no wind, and nothing but sand to look at is too much to pass up. As a result, probably 4 out of the 6 days I run I see a hot air balloon floating by in the distance. Usually, I like to think that it is someone joining the mile high club.
Ok, these were LOTS closer than they look. Also, I kick ass at taking pictures, obviously.
The part of town that we live in (and really, the Phoenix area in general) has a lot of horses. LOTS of horses. So, whenever I run with my son I'll generally stop and let him look at them and make horsie sounds. I imagine that to an 18 month old, anything that moves and is THIS big looks like something that you'd want to play with a lot. Sort of like a fire engine without all of the red screaming lights but twice as many teeth.
My son says, horsies say THHHHPPPPPP (Proceed to spit all over)
As we were running back, I saw a sign that suggested that a different course might be appropriate. Psh, what do THEY know!? Yeah, there was a massive dump truck on the sidewalk about half a mile up. I had to jaywalk across the street. Well played, city of Gilbert. Well Played.
Sign says.....got to have a membership card to get inside. (TWSS)
Ok, fine. I can't go a Friday without a funny picture either. Here you go. Happy Friday!
Friend to me that this reminded her of my son
Players gotta play.