Kids. They never cease to amaze me. After a Saturday that included me doing the ugly cry, hamster cage cleaning, and a cancelled trip to a farm as a fun outing because STOP FIGHTING AND BEING MEAN TO EACH OTHER AND OMG, WHY CAN’T YOU TWO JUST GET ALONG, I was at my wits’ end. It was one of those days where Hockey Playing Husband hesitated before opening the door when he came home from work for fear of what he would witness. He had been reading my desperate texts all afternoon.
Know what could have prevented all of that? Sister wives, that’s what.
Then came Sunday. It was the Terry Fox run and for the fourth year, the DeVellis Clan participated. Typically I run with Speed Skating Son while Hockey Playing Husband and Hockey Playing Son run together. When it comes to events like this, I let me kids lead the way. I run when they run, I walk when they walk. Last year Speed Skating Son made it to the 1k mark without stopping. I remember having to coax him along for the last 100m or so. “C’mon, you can see the sign. Don’t stop now, you can do it.”
This year I reminded him that he ran the first kilometer without stopping and asked him if he had a goal for this year. He responded with, “I’m going to run the whole thing without stopping.”
And god damn if he didn’t. Not only did it but channeled his inner E. and made me sprint at the end, godhelpme.
If you want to get in shape, take up speed skating. Not. Even. Kidding.
Then there is Hockey Playing Son, he who does not want to try anything new. At the end of every Dryland Training session, we have to run. It’s not long–at the peak, it was 10 minutes–but running after doing squats and lunges and sprints is hard. There are always three people who head the pack and typically they lap me at least once. Shocker, I know.
Two week’s ago, Hockey Playing Son joined in and guess who kept up with the head of the pack for the first three minutes. Keep in mind that for every one of their strides he has to take two.
So I ran over to M. and was all “You need to drag him onto the ice to try speed skating” and after the run, M. said something to Hockey Playing Son about trying a class. Apparently M. is magic because Hockey Playing Son actually started to consider it.
Anyhoo, long story short…we came thisclose to having Hockey Playing Son give it a go but in the end, he decided not to. *Shrugs Shoulders*
The thing is, I’m not even the least bit sad–even though it would have made my life 100 times easier with two kids at the same rink, at the same time, on the same schedule–because the next day, the boy who does not like to try anything new signed up for Cross Country at school on his own. ON HIS OWN.
I’m pretty certain they do these things just to mess with my head.