Ten Miles & Three Conversations

• Mommy?  How much longer?
• We are 2/10 of the way!  You’re amazing!
• Wow!
• …
• Mommy?  How far is 2/10?  Can you just tell me?
• Gigi!  You know it’s…  I meant to say 2/5.  You’ve gone 4 miles.  I was trying to be clever for my seventh grader.
• Just tell me next time.  Your brain is not functioning properly right now.

Oh how true.  Then:

• I’m done, Mom.  Done, done, DONE!
• Well…
• Seriously.  How much longer?
• We’ve gone 7 mi…
• Oh good!  7 miles!  Just three more to go!  We can do that, it’s just a 5 K or three times around the smallest block…
• …
• MOMMY!  How much longer now?
• We’ve gone 7.1 miles.  Stop asking.
• I’m so over this run.

Finally:

• Are we there yet?
• Seriously, Gi, does it look like we are there?  No car!  No parking lot!
• I know, but how much longer!  I’M DONE!
• Well, we have a few choices: I can baby you, coach you or bully you. Which do you choose?  I can call Daddy to come get you, we can walk and review how amazing this has been so far or I can turn into your drill sergeant and tell you that you have to get back to the car, one way or another, so hustle!  Help me help you.
• You don’t have to do any of that.
• No?
• No.  It’s just fun to complain a little.  I’m having a great time.  I mean, I’m over it, but I am running ten miles today no matter what.

And we did.