I guess it was always pre-destined that my kids would become runners (although time will tell if it sticks). I was lucky enough to run to the bitter end of both pregnancies, albeit running was much more like slogging at that point.
We introduced my son to the baby jogger by about two months and it became a regular part of our routine. When my daughter came along, the single jogger became a double, although I’ll admit this wasn’t my favorite way to go.
Before long, my son was big enough to ride his bike alongside us for short runs. His next step was to participate in the local one-mile fun runs. Never one to be
left out, my daughter soon followed suit, walk/running them as young as three.
These days, my now 10-yr. old son runs 5ks every couple of months with me alongside him serving as pacer. He sets his goal time and I help him find the right pace. My daughter? She’s signed on for her first season of cross-country with my running club’s Junior Striders training program. They meet twice a week for practice and soon start up weekend meets.
The future? If my son keeps it up, I’m betting he’ll be leaving me in the dust by the time he’s 12 or 13, at least at 5ks. And that’s fine by me.
Whether or not they stick with running–a big unknown. I’m not going to push it. Who knows if they’ll learn to love it the way I do?
I will, however, keep my fingers crossed.