I walked into my bedroom last night and found Asa asleep in my bed — arms wrapped around a big book about fire trucks and his left leg in my plantar fasciitis boot. I wish I could have taken a picture without waking him. Sometimes the cuteness is just paralyzing around here. I stood and watched the dear little guy for a good while.
We’d hiked about two miles at Eisenhower Park that evening. I ran 21 miles there earlier and I felt a bit stiff jogging behind the boy as he hurtled up the rocky hills. Thankfully he’s still more of a middle distance runner than an ultrarunner. Soon we were reenacting his book “Little One Step” — in which a small duck walks a long long way by just putting one “foot” in front of the other again and again.
Boy: “My legs feel all wobbly.”
Mom: “Well, let’s just take one step at a time and see what happens.”
Boy: “One step. One step. One step. One step….”
He slipped on a loose rock at one point and toppled over. I responded with: “One fall.” He thought that was hysterical. He laid on his back and laughed for a while. Apparently he got my gene for highly-amused-by-physical-comedy.
Between that, the scat on the trail (Is that poop?!?), planes flying overhead in the darkening sky, and pretending to be a mosquito after my blood, Asa was in heaven. Me too — though I did loose interest in the scat identification once it got dark. “Mom! There’s animal poop here!” “Yup, there’s poop everywhere son, let’s keep moving.”
Plantar Fasciitis update: Well, it seems like the PF wasn’t quite through with me. The heel’s started to hurt again. So I’m back to icing three times a day, the stretching, the anti-inflammatories, and the grousing. The Northface race is only 20ish days away, and I’ve got my fingers crossed I can keep the discomfort under control and finish up my training. I won’t risk being forced to aqua jog again.