The legs were stiff tonight after yesterday’s hills. The to-do list at home is long…yet my baby girl (10 years young) says she wants to run with me tonight. I think to myself, “But I’m supposed to do 6K”. We compromise and agree to do 3.5K if we can. She’s never run more than 2K before…and certainly not at a steady-don’t-stop pace.

Honestly, I thought she’d last 1-1.5K but oh no. My strong-willed, determined, persistent daughter stuck by my side the whole way, keeping pace the whole time, not complaining. I have so much to learn from her. I am a proud maman. And I would’ve been just as proud of her if she would’ve needed to stop.

Just deciding to try wins my admiration. I love you baby girl!