Most days here lately, my exercise of choice is a 2 mile walk/jog. I tend to start out jogging until my heart rate gets to the top of my target heart range. Then, I walk fast, keeping it in my THR for the rest of the journey. If it dips down, or even if I just feel like it, I jog until my heart rate monitor starts beeping--telling me to slow it down.
Lately, on the weekends or if my workout gets pushed to the evening, when my 10 year old daughter is home, she wants to come with me. She LOVES "Mommy/Madeline Time". :) Today, my workout time got pushed to the evening when my husband got home to watch my youngest son, and Madeline wanted to come too. Used to, we would get halfway done, and she would say, "Can we take a rest time now?" Not today. Today, we got to Five Points (about a half mile from home), and she says, "Let's see if we can jog the rest of the way!" And of course, *I'm* not gonna say no! So we jog along, and she (being a relatively in shape 10 year old girl) isn't even really out of breath.
LOL--I can see the writing on the wall. She with the legs that start at her neck is going to be passing me up before long! I think I may have another cross-country/track runner in the family.
The same thing happened about 4 years ago. I used to jog the entire 2 miles every day. Daniel, my then 12 year old wanted to support me as I tried to stay fit and active. He liked "Mommy/Daniel Time". At first, he was doing aerobics with me. I used to teach fitness classes, and I would teach a very basic step class with him. Then, I got to where I was really liking the jogging, so I invited him along with me. The first time, I remember him asking, "Can we walk for awhile now?" LOL. Pretty soon, he was keeping ME going. I'd be having a rough day with the jogging, and Daniel would encourage me, "C'mon, Mom! you can do this! You're MY Momma--You ROCK!" I began mentioning the track team to him. He gave all the excuses--"Well, I'm not that fast, Momma." and "I don't even know how to get on the team." I worked on him little by little, not too much at a time, and let him simmer. And every day we jogged together. Pretty soon, he came home telling me how he joined the track team! And before long, he was running with the cross-country team, practice consisting of running 10 miles a day!
Guess what? He can't run with me anymore. I've never been a fast runner. I have great endurance, and can jog for miles, but fast I am not. He's so fast now, that it's hard on him to slow down to my pace. And I couldn't be prouder!