Here's where being a runner (not even a very good runner) has its advantages: You can pretty much scale these rope bridges in a leaping bound, blowing away everyone (unless of course you come across another runner). That's a lifter, because in my running world, I don't blow away anyone.
My eight-year-old and five-year-old were having a tough time going up and down those rope bridges. It really is hard to traverse them slowly as they swing back and forth. I knew that -- it's just like some trails, better to haul a** down them, then take them too slowly.
"Help Mommy," my five-year-old sang out as he clinged to the siding of the rope maze. I took him by the hand and ran him all the way up, swinging wildly in the wind as he screamed in delight. I did the same for my eight-year-old, mainly on the down hill, until neither of them wanted to take my hand anymore (my ten-year-old didn't even think of taking my hand). The two youngest, after going on a wild ride with me, decided they'd rather cling to the edges and gingerly make their way up and down the bridge mazes. I'm not about that -- I'm about "do it, get it done." It's my strong point. And it's my downfall. Anyway . . .
No way to count the miles logged today, though I did run plenty. More importantly, it was a fun day. And before it all began, as the rest of the clan slept, I got in four sets of planks. I'm getting better. I did them all without hollering outloud (it helps to do planks at 6:00 in the morning, because I'm less apt to yell out in agony. Instead I suffer silently).
Happy weekend everyone!! Hope you get in some good runs. And if you can't run because of injury or some other reason, may you still find some peace. : ))